HIS MUSE, HIS MADNESS
I could fucking get sued for this!
I back away from the bed, shaking.
What do I do?
My phone buzzes again like a relentless, angry bee on the floor. And like a zombie, I pick it up. Notifications flood in.
A meme pops up. An old picture of me at my high school party, photoshopped, mocked, and trending.
It's working. But underneath the shame, a tiny, stubborn spark of anger flickers to life.
I tuck my hair behind my ear and enter the comments. Lewd comments about my body are getting massive likes.