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Take 8 - Nobody Compares - Part 2

A/N: Please comment as you read. It'll mean the world to me.

I shook away all thoughts of Harry and returned to the other issue at hand. Ludmilla had been in tears because of something online. Part of me—the bratty part that insisted my problems were bigger than whatever she could be dealing with—wanted to just ignore it.

However, that wasn’t who I was; I would never willingly let my sister suffer without at least trying to understand the situation.

Finding my phone, I went online to find Ludmilla’s social networks. There was countless to choose from, as she seemed to be everywhere, but I chose the first one.

I had never really seen the appeal of the internet myself, but I knew that Milla had a vast following, who wished to talk to her whenever possible. She’d tried to explain why it was so important to keep in touch with them, but I just never understood.

It was something I’d tried to avoid to because of my own trust-issues. I wanted to lead a normal life, and not be known as ‘That celebrity’s sister’. I wanted to be known for me, to be loved for me.

The page took a while to load, and I was trying to guess what I’d find once it finally showed. She’d sounded pretty upset by everything, so I prepared for the worst.

And as I read the several posts on her profile, I could feel the distance between me and social networks grow further apart. It was horrible. People were being rude and disrespectful.

Scrolling down, I started to feel nauseous. How could anyone do this to another person? I read them, one by one, feeling more horrified with every word.

“#HarryDeservesBetterThanLudmilla.”

“You gold-digger. You just want him for his money so you can buy more drugs.”

“We will never accept you, Lust-Milla. He’s way out of your league. Go jump in a hole.”

“What would your parents think if they saw how slutty you dressed? #GrowUpLudmilla”

“Harry will rather die than spend another minute with you. Just like your parents.”

“Worthless Junkie-Ho. You can’t act for shit, and you’re no match for Harry. “

“You’re so pathetic. You can’t pay for your own addiction, is that it? #GetALife”

“You’re bad news, Ludmilla. Stay away from Harry.”

“Cold-hearted Bitch. Does anyone remember how indifferent she was when her parents’ death was brought to light? No feelings at all.”

“I hope you die. Do us all a favor and fix it for us. There’s no one to miss you anyway.”

“God, I hope this is just a PR stunt for the new movie.”

“Guys. It’s not real. Ludmilla can’t feel love—she doesn’t have a heart. Relax.”

Tears started to well in my eyes. It was beyond terrifying, and it went on and on for thousands of posts. A teardrop slid down my cheek, and my chest started to ache. Why did they do this? What could they possibly gain from it? I knew that Harry had many fans—a number that just kept growing every minute—but nothing could justify this kind of behavior.

Not to mention that it was all because of some poor quality photographs of me. Ludmilla hadn’t even met Harry Styles.

The tears started to flow freely now, and I sniffed loudly. Every hateful post sent me deeper and deeper into despair. Ludmilla had dealt with bad press before, but this was ridiculous. I knew I had to stop looking; it’d be of no use to make myself depressed at this.