In the back of a black Sienna, Camille sat, eyes glued to the screen of her phone as she witnessed the world turn against her in real time.
Her nails were bitten raw, the skin around them red and irritated, but she didn’t seem to notice as she scrolled endlessly through her phone.
One article bled into another, headlines stacking on top of each other and opinions morphing faster than she could process.
[Haha, look how stupid you all look. Just because she says something you all believe it’s true. Now the real liars are about to be exposed.]
One of the comments read.
Camille felt her hand tighten around her phone and her chest tightened with something similar to loss.
Loss of the image and fans she'd painstakingly built over the past few years.
She gritted her teeth a
