Unspoken

Chapter 13

So Roz is gothic. Skulls decorate the banner at the top of her profile and her picture is a selfie with a black biker jacket on. I'm not as surprised as I thought i'd be, but I am shocked at some of her tweets. Every one contains at least two swear words, and all the pictures she posts are of some band called My Chemical Romance. Don't know who they are.

Turns out Sam defies my expectations even more. Her profile, at first, showcases her as a party animal, with a picture of her and Roz as her profile picture clutching two drinks, but I dug deeper. My detective skills get the better of me as I scroll back to her 2012 posts. She was a bit of a weirdo then, tweeting to celebrities non-stop and always tweeting song lyrics. Damn that pisses me off.

Next is Indi. Her page appears, at first, to be just a normal one, nothing really jumping out about her personal life, but there was one post: "Why am I such a fuck up? I've screwed up everything ffs"

That was a month ago, probably when people first found out about her hobbies. The comments underneath are bad enough to be reported to the police. This is cyber bullying, but I'm not going to do anything about it. Some of the replies were made last week, but I can't come to a new school and get involved with everyone else's problems.

I feel a tear coming to my eye, they're building up and glaze across my eyes. Death threats, hateful words, name calling all tousle over my screen.

She must be so hurt, by all these words. I wouldn't be able to cope but that just goes to show how weak I am. I'm sure she is a much stronger person than I am, bolder and braver and determined not to back down to these bullies. But then she cried in English?

Must of been a bad day.

I wipe the pools of water from my eyes and look back at my computer.

There's only one other name I'm really intrigued to look at now: Harry Styles.

It's hard to find...I'm scrummaging through hundreds of men under the name of Harry Styles, and he could be any one of them. I take a different approach and go on Indi's following list. There I see him, Mr.Styles.

What's weird is Indi acted today as if she'd never seen him, yet follows him on Twitter... Just shows how messed up social networks are: people are linked with strangers just because they go to the same school.

His profile makes me smile. His photo is of him and another boy at a party drinking, the same boy he was walking with today. Slicked back against his head, his hair looks greasy and much less fluffy than this afternoon; he was so pissed at this party.

His tweets are rare but when he does make an appearance, his posts are unusual. I don't understand half of them as I'm scrolling through, but then stop at one that catches my attention: "lost everything that was important to me, screwed up big time."

What does he mean? That was about 2 months ago, but he seems happy now. I'm glad it wasn't a major thing that affected his life, but what could he of lost? His phone? If I lost mine, I'd curl into a ball and silently die. I need this banged up piece of shit more than anything, whether it has a crap GPS or not.

I think he lost something more important than that, but my mind can't dwell on it for long.

"Naommiii! What do you want for dinner?"

"Well if Tam and Bells are coming round, is fajitas alright?" I subtly persuade. Shuffling from downstairs leads me to believe she's checking we have all the ingredients, and I'm delighted to hear her call back "yep that's fine," after a few minutes.

I have nothing to do except organise my room. I want to repaint it lime green at some point in the future, but mum refuses. Apparently lime green is too bold and abstract, and a pale pink is much more sensible. I hate pink though.