Seventy-Six (Amy); Outburst.
Five o-clock. Filming's due to start in about three minutes. Work. Something. Anything to take my mind off Danny and Heather. And the letter. Sick. Twisted -in a bad way, too. Tim looks dead. He's walking around aimlessly, hardly saying anything. Cast and crew have been whispering behind their hands, and the media is having a field day with our grief. The Sun ran a poll asking whether public thought Tim would commit suicide, and the Daily Star ran a similar one asking whether the public thought Danny and Heather are dead yet or not. Sick. Stupid, fucked-up and sick.
Tim and I don't need the media pestering us! Fucking bastards... Just want to be left alone... Alone to try and figure out what's happened to them... I'm frightened that I've fallen in love with Danny, and this is the worst sort of pain; I don't know what he feels for me, whether he really feels anything or not... I just don't know how I'm surviving... I want him. Want him here. Safe. Now.
"Morning Amy." A cold, sarcastic, French-accented voice purrs. I debate turning around and hitting Annette repeatedly, but decide against it. I turn, and attempt to show my superior personality by being polite, but instead I stop for a moment.
"What happened to your face?" I question. Now, usually that would be a meaningless snarky comment, but this time it's a genuine question. There's an angry red mark across her left cheek. She scowls blackly.
"None of your fucking busines!" she bitches, completely losing her attempt at a French accent and stalking off huffily. I shake my head, feeling bemused; what the fuck was that all about? Stupid woman... Sighing I drag myself over to the main area of work as Tim raspingly calls for order.
"I can't imagine how they're carrying on..." Suzie purrs to Annette, in a whisper designed to be heard. "They must be under terrible pressure..."
"Eexactly..." No one could speak in such an affected way but that stupid cow... "Eet can't be getteeng any betterr az zee time goez on..."
"No, it must be getting worse and worse, not knowing where they are... Whether they're alive or not... What sort of state they're in... And of course, the longer this tragic situation carries on for, the less likely they are to be found alive--"
"Shut up!" I've had enough. I will not listen to their conversation! I know it's designed to to make me mad, and I don't care that I'm rising to it. I won't have those bitches talking like that!
"Why don't you just fucking shut up! You don't care that they've gone! You don't care at all! So why don't you keep your fucking mouths shut and leave us alone??!" I take a shaking breath in, my heart thudding painfully in my chest. Annette looks a little unnerved by my outburst, but Suzie looks satisfied. Bitch... That makes me angrier than perhaps it ought to... If it wasn't for Tim's hand on my shoulder, I would have beat the cow into oblivion. As it is, I turn and storm from the station.
This is the last thing I need... And I swear, if I see Suzie when she's alone, I'm going to kill her. And I don't make idle threats...
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