"Well...I just wanted to ask you...do you have a Twitter or an instagram account?"

I looked at him feeling confused.

"I have and instagram..., but I don't have a twitter...why?"

"Well I just wanted to know because of all the pictures we took today. I want to post them and tag you in them on twitter and instagram so I can show the world and all my fans my little sister."

"Umm....okay."

He just smiled as he typed away on his phone.

"Alright. What's your name on Instagram?"

"SonnySunSun." I said a bit embarrassed.

"I like that name...it really matches...well, you. Now what's your name on twitter?"

"I told you Mark I don't have one."

"Alright...then we'll make you one."

Within the next ten minutes we had created my account and sent my first tweet, a picture of Mark, Jackson, and I. Not only that but Mark posted our pictures on his instagram and Twitter.

Within the next hour I went from 425 followers on Instagram, to 19,234, and three followers on twitter to 16,543.

I was gaining thousands of followers just because of Mark. I had to admit I enjoyed the fame. I began to crave it and getting likes on Instagram and retweeted thousands of times twitter became almost like an addiction to me.

Thousands of people direct messaged me on instagram. It was insane. People even started to show up at our house to see Mark and me.

I don't mean like 2 or three people. I mean like 200 or 300 people all outside our front door with signs, screaming. After about two hours the screaming was still going, so Mark and I went outside. We took pictures with a bunch of them and signed a ton of autographs.  After another hour or so we said goodbye and both of us went back inside. Thankfully all of them left shortly after.

We both had gotten a bunch of stuff from them. Accessories,  pictures, stuffed animals. Now I knew what Mark must feel like all the time.

"Well that was fun? Huh Mason?"

"Yeah." I laughed. "It's crazy. "

"Have you checked all the tweets you've gotten?"

"Oh yeah!" I said as I pulled out my phone.

I opened up twitter and clicked on my notifications. There were a bunch of pictures of me with people, and tweets asking me questions,  and people asking me to follow them, but there was one wierd thing I noticed. Someone kept tweeting me pictures of me from today. At first it was just pictures from the meeting with all the fans so I shrugged it off. But as I continued to look through my notifications I noticed pictures of me, Mark, and Jackson from today shopping. All from the same person...The next picture of them made my face go pale and make my heart start pounding. It was a picture of me when I was five. From when I was kidnapped. I was in the back of a van blind folded and barefoot with my hands and feet both tied together.  The caption of the tweet said 'remember this?' Mark must have noticed my change in disposition and walked over to me and looked at my phone over my shoulder.

"Who the hell is that?!" Mark yelled, snatching the phone from my hand.

"I don't know, its a private account! Mark I'm scared! That's a picture of when I was tied up after I was kidnapped! And there's a bunch of pictures of us from today! They're stalking us!"

Just then I heard a tweeting sound as my notifications on twitter refreshed. I had one new tweet. It was a picture of me and Mark standing in our living room looking at my phone. The caption said "'They're stalking us!' She said. And right you are."

2 seconds later. My phone tweeted. Then again a second later. Then again. And again and again. My notification button number kept going up and up and up. Till it reached 200,317 notifications within seconds.

"Mark?" I said trying not to freak out.

Mark clicked on the notification button revealing a picture of me in my room laying on my bed. The same bed I got today. The picture was taken at an angle so that the person who took it would have had to be standing in my room, against the wall in front of my bed.

The caption said "Enjoy your vacation while it lasts because I can't wait to bring you home again. Forever this time."

This picture was repeatedly send to me by the same account all 200, 317 times.

I wrapped my arms around mark and looked up at him crying, and shaking.

"Mark. I'm scared."

He wrapped his arm around me too and looked down at me.

"Me too."