Emma's POV

                                    

                                          
I was halfway asleep when my phone buzzed. I had over 300 Instagram notifications. Oh my god that's awesome! I went onto my Instagram expecting something great. But instead I just found a bunch of hate. I looked on my most recent picture. It's was of me and Jc making silly faces together. I scrolled through the comments. "Bitch" "nobody loves you" "the guys only adopted you because they felt bad for you" "the guys don't even love you" "go kill yourself" do the world a favor and just pull the trigger already" "fuck you" "hey I heard you got cancer....yay I hope it kills you soon" "die!" The comments were full of hate. I was in shock. I threw my phone across the room. No this wasn't happening. And the comments just kept coming in. They weren't stopping. Then I remembered I was hooked to an oxygen machine. I could kill myself like the people want. Should I? I reached for the mask covering my nose. I ripped it off. I started panicking. I couldn't breathe. I was taking huge gasps of air but my lungs just wouldn't fill up. I immediately tried to put the mask on but it wasn't working. I felt tears start to run down my cheeks. I started to feel myself getting light headed. My heartbeat was slowing down. I felt my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I didn't have the air to call for help. Just then somebody burst through my door. I closed my eyes and fell off the side of my bed.