Catfish

Chapter One: Catfish

I took a deep breath as I opened my front door to see Nev and Max on the other side. I was shaking from the nerves.

"Hi Nev, Max. Come in, please." I said as I opened the door wider for them to come in.

"Hi Elena, how are you today?" Nev asked me and I smiled gently.

"Good I guess just really nervous because you guys said you'd help me." I said as I stated at my feet when we're got into the living room to sit.

"Well you really seemed genuine and you wanted to say sorry to him for lying." Max said as he pointed his camera at me and I smiled.

"I can't tell him over line or phone or text messaging. I have to tell him in person that I'm not Sutton Moore. He deserves to hear it from me." I said as I felt a flash of sadness.

"I have a question. Why did you do it?" Nev asked me and I felt like crying.

"I wanted someone to care about me. My parents... Well they were either out of town or out with their friends, I have no friends because who wants to be friends with the girl who's parents can't even stand to be around her more than a minute, and my teachers never tried to stop the bullying either. No one did. So I guess it was a cry for help, for someone to actually care if I died the next day, to actually want to spend time with me, to laugh with me, to just give a damn about me." I said as I let my hair cover my face and clenched my fists on my sweatshirt to stop from crying.

"Are you okay?" Nev asked me as I felt his had gently rub my back.

"I'll be fine once I get this off my chest." I said wiping my eyes with my sweater sleeve.

"That's what we're here to help you with." Max said and I smiled.

"Thank you, you have no idea how much this means to me." I said with tears brimming my eyes again.

"Okay so how about you tell us when this all started." Max suggested and I nodded.

"It all started in 2012, a few weeks before my sixteenth birthday. I had made a fake Facebook page along with Instagram and Pinterest with Rose Lane Shannon's pictures and called myself Sutton Rose Moore.

"Within weeks I had about three hundred friends and for the first time I felt happy and accepted.

"Then I got the message from him. He didn't want nudes like the others he said that he loved my... her eyes. I felt excited and I checked him out. He was absolutely gorgeous. From his chocolate brown eyes that had me drooling to his perfect brown hair, and his natural good looks. His name was Dylan Mason.

"Dylan and I talked for months before he said the three words I longed all my life. I love you. And after that I fell. Hopelessly and deeply. And since then his messages and texts and calls have kept me alive when I needed someone most." I said and blinked back the tears.

"What happened?" Nev asked tentatively and I let out a shaky sigh.

"My dad was drunk one night when he let it slip, well more like yelled it at me that I was a mistake before I was even born. That he hated me for not being born right." I let out a sob this time.

"Then six months later her killed himself with the message written on a piece of paper and I quote 'It's that things fault that I did this. It drove me to it. It should've never been born,' he said that it was my fault.

"Dylan was there for me. He was my rock. He answered my calls whenever I felt suicidal. Even if it was like one in the morning he answered. He was my light, my sun, my everything. He was the only person I had and I still have him but I can't lie to him anymore. I can't do that to someone I love." I said swiping at the tears with the back of my sleeves.

"So that's why you want to find him?" Max asked and I nodded.

"Yeah I want to tell him the truth and thank him at the same time."