"Hey guys! My name is Y/N, and I'm back for another video! I have been getting a lot of requests for this video, and have put it off long enough. That's right, you guessed it, today I'm reading mean comments!" you said, smiling into the camera, though you didn't really feel it. In fact, there was a reason behind your reluctance. You had been putting it off forever because you knew that there were some really mean people on the Internet, and you didn't want to get hurt. In your teenage years, you were very insecure. Though you thought you had gotten over it, you knew all those suppressed emotions might come lashing out when you least expect it.

You got out your phone and began reading. "This one's from Vanny Kilopida (okay, I'm sorry if the names are yours. These are completely random and if they're yours, I'm sorry again. Just change it or something). She says: Your so stupid you didn't even see te porple kee," you looked up at the camera, and laughed. "Maybe you should learn to spell before you post hate comments," you said. You read another, "You're so ugly. Eww, look at her disgusting hair, it's so greasy." You peered closer at the girl's profile picture, and showed it on the screen. "You should see your hair."

You did a lot more. You read them and laughed, but they hurt. You felt a lump in your throat after the fifth one. No. You can't cry on-camera, you told yourself. So, you reached out and turned it off before you broke down. You collapsed in tears. Downstairs, your roommate and boyfriend Phil was on his laptop. He knew you shouldn't have done the video, but you had insisted you were fine. When he didn't hear you talking anymore, he got worried.

Phil silently headed up the stairs to your room, where you were filming. He opened the door carefully, and his heart broke when he saw you. You were curled on your bed, tears streaming down your face. "Are you okay, Y/N?" Phil asked. You jumped at the sudden sound, but relaxed when you saw it was just him. You didn't say anything. Phil knew something was wrong when you didn't have a sarcastic comment. He saw your phone lying on the floor.

Phil picked it up, and read the comments that you had read. "Oh, Y/N. You know these aren't true," he said quietly. You didn't move. He moved towards you and pulled you into a gentle hug. He kissed you on the forehead, and looked into your Y/EC (brown, blue, green, violet, I guess red if you're Voldemort, you know) eyes. "You're beautiful, you know that?" Phil said. You broke eye contact and said, "No, I'm not. Why do you even want me? I'm ugly, I'm stupid, I'm-" Phil interrupted you, "You are the most beautiful, intelligent person I have ever met, Y/N. Remember that."

Phil forced you to delete the video, and instead you made a truth or dare with him. You ended up having fun, and you completely forgot about the hate. Later, you watched the video. Surprising you, Phil had made a last little segment. "Hey everyone. Y/N doesn't know I'm here right now, so I have to be fast. She will not be doing the reading mean comments thing. That's final. Don't try to get her to do it. But I do have a favor for you. I need all of you to tweet her nice things. Say she's beautiful, she's smart, whatever. Just do it. Thank you. I have to go!" he said. Sure enough, everyone was sending you nice things via Twitter. Some people were even commenting on the video.

You smiled, Phil's last couple words echoing in your head. Just do it. You really had fans, they really loved you. You weren't worthless after all.