My name is Elisabeth. I was born April 10th, 1988. My coworkers call me Lisa. 

I wanted to make a safe place. I wanted to help kids. 

Instead I created hell. I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. 

I saved each one of these kids. The most infamous being X, whose story has been told many times around the internet. 

What our audience doesn’t know is that I helped the others too. All from various situations ranging from embarrassing to tell their audience to incredibly traumatic. 

It doesn’t matter which story belonged to who. All that matters is that they belong in this house now. 

Except Caleb. 

Caleb belonged in some disrespectful house full of teenagers. A house full of pranksters. He didn’t belong in our house.

Which is why he ran away. It’s been a few hours already. He hasn’t come back. 

We didn’t do anything to him. 

We never said anything. 

Why would he run away? 

  I don’t know. For once, I don’t know the answer. 

That scares me. 

After all this time, I wasn’t scared of the starving teenager, X, I brought in or how well he would fit in. I wasn’t scared for his life. I wasn’t scared for their lives. 

But I feel afraid of not knowing. They all look up to me, and yet I don’t know what to do. 

We have to try something, though. We’ve just been sitting here. We need to find him. 

“Alright, let’s go search for him” I say to the group. 

Aqua is running his hands through his hair, Cherri is picking at her hands, Fitnessa is cracking her knuckles until they crumble, and X is curled into a ball. 

Nessa stands up. 

“It’s winter. Do you really expect us to go out in the cold”

“God, Ness! Think of the poor guy sitting out there! We have to find him.” Cherri says, facing Fitnessa square in the face. 

X looks at me. What does he want me to do? 

Cherri grabs a jacket and storms out. 

Everyone else follows one by one. 

I’m the last one to leave. 

We search down nearby streets. They call out “Caleb! Come home!”, but get no response. 

I really don’t want to publicly announce we lost him. 

That would hurt our reputation.

We end up in the center of town, and gaze down an alleyway. 

“There! He’s there!” I point to the miserable boy. 

X sprints up to him and hugs him. Caleb’s body is weak, his arms barely supported by his muscles. 

X brings him to a standing position. Caleb’s legs are shaky, but he is able to stand. 

“Get a car! Let’s bring him home!” X practically screams. Passersby look confused and concerned, but Aqua explains the situation to them. 

“Let’s call an ambulance, he must be sick or something!” I responded. 

“No, he’s having a panic attack! He just needs to get home” 

Fitnessa sprints back home. It must be hours until she comes back. 

We gently guide Caleb and X into the back seat of Nessa’s car. The rest of us crowd in afterwards. 

Once we arrive back at the house, they guide Caleb into the living room and onto a chair. He sinks into a couch. He is zombie-like, just following whatever the others tell him to do. 

Everyone surrounds him on the couch. X sits down on his knees in front of Caleb. 

“Breathe, buddy. You’re home. It’s ok” X says, his voice shaking. 

“I messed up” Caleb responds, staring straight through him. 

Cherri gestures for X to move. 

She collapses down in front of Caleb. She holds his hands. 

Caleb flinches and moves his hands away from hers. He tilts his head down, hiding his face.

Cherri talks, unaffected by his shaking. “I forgive you, Caleb. It’s just been a crappy week, okay? We all have bad weeks sometimes” 

“I’ve always made your weeks worse. I’ve only made your lives worse”

He looked up and around at all of us, “Why did you even bother looking for me?” 

I think it’s my turn now. “Caleb, you are important to all of us” 

“Oh shut up, Lisa. Like you care?” 

I care, don't I? I helped them. I boosted them to where they are today. Without me, they wouldn’t know the trends and have the connections and they would be-

I look around. In this room, there are people. They create content, sure. But they aren’t machines. They have feelings. 

I wanted to create a business. I wasn’t helping people. 

I’m not a savior. I’m the devil. This is hell. 

I created this hell. I’m the reason why these kids hate each other. They aren’t even kids anymore. They are adults! 

“Caleb- Everyone- I’m sorry. I’ve just- I’ve been neglecting you” 

I’m Manager Lisa. I left Elisabeth behind when I had friends. When I cared about people. When I had no success. 

I was born an innocent kid, and I turned into a monster. I have no friends. 

I start to sob. When was the last time I cried? 

The kids- my friends, crowd around me and hug me. Even Caleb joins in. 

I think he realized what happened. 

Can other people tell how I feel? Should I know how they feel? 

This is all so confusing. 

We can start with this hug. 

It’s simple. It’s warm. I am loved. 

I love them.