When I get home I groan when I see two cars parked in our allocated parking space instead of one. I don't know who but it means at least one other person is here. I walk up the apartment stairs and push open my door.
"Hey," I greet whoever is there.
"Hey Rose!" Marcus calls from the kitchen. I walk to where he is and see himself and Alfie wearing naked lady aprons in front of a camera.
"What are you doing?" I ask, stifling a laugh at the ridiculous sight in front of me. Alfie has flour in his hair and it looks like Marcus has egg running down his face.
"Recording a cooking video," Alfie laughs, "although it's failing pretty badly."
"How are you going to touch the expensive camera with your hands covered in, whatever?" I ask.
"Good point, um," Marcus looks at Alfie, scratching his head and getting chocolate chips and cake batter in his hair.
"I'll do it if you want?" I offer, surprising myself as well as the two boys.
"Sure!" Marcus grins, "do you know how to work it?"
"Media studies A star student here," I grin, walking over to the camera. I stop the current recording and watch it back. It starts with them just standing there before I walk in. I delete the clip so there's no chance of me being in the video before I focus the camera back on the boys. I press record and nod at them, looking through the lens. They continue talking and 'cooking' while I record them. Every now and then I zoom in on what they're doing.
About two hours later, the cake is baked, the recording is finished, and they have cleaned up themselves and the kitchen.
"Can I edit it?" I ask Marcus quietly while Alfie is in another room.
"Sure, yeah if you want," he nods, "do you know to use Final Cut Pro?"
"No but I'm sure I'll work it out," I tell him.
"Who's going to edit this beast then?" Alfie asks, walking into the room.
"Rose is," Marcus tells him and I nod before walking into Marcus' room where I had plugged the camera in to upload the video half an hour ago. When I check, it has approximately one minute left to upload the videos to the computer.
While I'm waiting I mess around on his computer and a few minute as later I find myself on his twitter. I decide to check his mentions and I'm shocked at how full they are.
'@My_Chemical_Insanity: hey @marcusbutlertv I love your pretty face!'
'@bodysnatchers4ever: can't wait for your new video @marcusbutlertv'
'@thatladyisamonster: I hope you see this @marcusbutlertv! http://twitpic.co/gs79hsk...'
Every few minutes, his mentions are flooded with more and more mentions. I click onto his profile and see his direct messages have a little blue cross on it which means he's got over one hundred. I click on it and scroll down and click on a random one. This person has sent Marcus over a dozen messages in which he hasn't responded to.
'@the_unknown: hey Marcus, just want to say thanks for helping me through my days.' 4 months ago
'@the_unknown: your videos are the only thing that keep me going these days.' 4 months ago
'@the_unknown: my name is Rosie by the way, if you care, not many people do.' 3 months ago
'@the_unknown: the bullying got worse today and so did my own problems.' 2 months ago
'@the_unknown: I only have one friend - well girlfriend - Ruby.' 2 months ago
'@the_unknown: I know you'll never reply but I just want you to know that you've helped me so much.' 2 months ago
'@the_unknown: I was diagnosed with depression today.' 1 month ago
'@the_unknown: I want to thank you one last time.' 3 weeks ago
'@the_unknown: I guess this is what you get for being a gay freak.' 2 weeks ago
'@the_unknown: goodbye Marcus.' 1 week ago
I click on her profile and see that her last tweet was two weeks ago. I type in her username in the search bar and read what people have been tweeting her.
'@kirsty_babe: found your "secret" account, faggot!'
'@xxshannonxx: got your username from Kirsty, kill yourself bitch.'
'@melanie_sexy_x: you're gay therefore you deserve to die.'
You're worthless.
Die bitch.
Gay trash.
Ugly waste of space.
Faggot.
Dumb cunt.
The countless insults go on for pages and pages. I only see one tweet that isn't an insult from thousands.
After those disgusting tweets, I can't read anymore. Tears are threatening to fall but I fight them back.
"Why are you on Marcus' twitter?" Alfie asks from behind me. I spin round on the spinny chair to face him, he gasps when he sees my face where my tears have fallen.
"Marcus!" He shouts, not looking away from me.
"One second, I got to get the door," Marcus calls back.
"This can't wait!" Alfie replies, turning around. Marcus comes running down the hallway after quickly opening the door; he stops in his tracks when he sees my face.
"Rose what's wrong?" He gasps, "is that my twitter?"
I don't say anything, I just get out of the chair and point at the computer screen. Marcus, Alfie and Zoe, who was at the door, gather round to read the foul tweets.
"Shit!" Zoe gasps as they finish reading the direct messages that I told them to read.
"We need to find out if she's--" I choke on the 'd' word, "if she's still alive."
"There's nothing you can do Rose," Alfie tells me.
"There's plenty we can do!" I round on him.
"We get loads of these messages," Marcus says, "we can't help everyone."
"So you just ignore them?" I shout, "and continue making your stupid videos?"
"They help them," Marcus says in defence, "thats what Ruth said anyway."
"It's Rosie," I exclaim, "and your videos can only help them so much, we need to do something."
"What exactly?" Zoe asks timidly.
"I don't know yet," I frown, "edit your own video, I'm busy."
With those words, I turn and walk out out Marcus' room, deep in thought. I don't know how yet, but I will find Rosie and I will stop other people feeling depressed and like shit.
Starting with myself.
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What Makes You So Angry? (MCR)
FanfictionRose Butler, sister of Marcus Butler, she's eighteen and has a reputation of being the badass. But life isn't like the movies where she falls easily in love with a badguy, or has loads of friends like her, or has a family who were like her when they...
