THE SADDEST STORY EVER

The computer screen flashed as the refresh button was pressed once again. The girl sitting in front of the PC held her breath as the screen flickered white before loading the page once more. But after a few seconds it was obvious that the evidence was still there. It sat confidently in front of the girl, taunting her with every moment.
The only light in the room was the glow of the computer's screen. It highlighted dirt brown hair that was plastered against the girl's sweaty forehead and a pair of light brown eyes that desperately searched the screen in front of her. Her hair was tied messily into a single ponytail that flickered side to side with the girl's erratic movements, her hand sweeping the mouse back and forth. Somewhere in the room, a clock slowly sliced the seconds away to midnight as the girl's right foot tapped impatiently against the carpet.
Another try at the refresh button. And the still the evidence lay there, taunting. This time, the girl attacked the mouse, sending more than twenty clicks upon the 360-degrees-arrow symbol. But still the evidence was there, laughing at the girl's feeble attempts.
"Knock knock moe'suckra!"
The girl jumped up in her seat, searching the darkness of the room for the source of the voice. Her eyes fell upon her cellphone, which lay alone in the gloom like a beacon, it's screen revealing a simple sentence.
You have one new message.
The girl tentatively picked up the device, her hands shaking. Her mind reeled with theories as she thumbed the cell phone's buttons in order to see the message.
Call me please.
The girl's breath came in short gasps. So she had seen it too, the girl thought. Her heart thumped in her chest as she pressed another bunch of buttons before holding the phone against her ear.
Almost instantly, someone picked up. An anxious female voice launched into a question, not bothering to go through greetings.
"It's not there, is it?"
The girl stared back at the screen, and slowly pressed the refresh button, as if waiting a few seconds would change everything. But the evidence was still there.
"No," the girl replied, her voice cracking.
She sunk into her seat as the sound of sobs came through her cell phone's speakers. She looked back up at the computer and pressed the refresh button again, but it was useless. The proof was there, and would be there for who knows how long. It told the girl everything she needed to know, even if it wasn't what she wanted.
She pressed a button on her phone, instantly ending the call and cutting off the wails of her distraught friend. Quickly, she opened a new tab in her browser, and typed in a link. The screen flickered again before slowly loading a new page, as if relishing in the fact that it wasn't confined the displaying the same images.
The girl hurriedly typed a message into a grey outlined box and pressed the button below. The page loaded again and the same words appeared alongside a bunch of other posts. The girl sank back in her seat, satisfied. The message was only a few words long, but it confirmed her worst nightmare.
Toby Turner's lazyvlog still isn't up!
The clock struck twelve.