Jysella: well, hello again

Numbuh four: oh joy, we're back

Jysella: well I was asked why Numbuh three was so sad

Numbuh three: I'm not sad

Jysella: depressed then,

Numbuh three: but I'm not that eit-

Jysella: as I was saying, honestly I've no idea but here goes anyway, audience take it away

Audience of delusions: Jysella owns nothing

Jysella: yeah- that'll do it. Oh and the previous chapter's song was the glass onion. Just as paparazzi said.

Nowhere
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Her hair was dripping when she ran into the bathroom. Water running rivers on the clammy floor. She knelt before mirror watching a reflection that didn't belong to her. Staring out of eyes that weren't her own as water dripped off hair she didn't know. This wasn't her. No, the girl in the mirror wasn't her. The smile tugging at chapped lips had no home on her face.

~~~~Two of us riding nowhere~~~

She leaned against the mirror, rejoicing in the cold sensation on her skin. Her eyes sought place in the small room. Blindly suffering over every object in desperate need to avoid the face she didn't want to see. The face of the girl who spent every moment strangling her. Taking the breath from her dry mouth.

~~~Spending Some ones hard earned pay~~

Raggedly her breath echoed about the room, destroying the objects in its path. Mere toys. Her head hurt, eyes focusing now on the tiles pattern. Her mind hurt. Loosing a battle begun years before. It wasn't fair. The girl she'd created to deter suspicion now wanted a body she didn't own. The girl in the mirror wanted her body. Not a pathetic reflection of what should have been.

~~Two of us Sunday driving~~

Transfixed her eyes remained locked in their reflected counterpart. Ignoring the makeup now streaming from scrapes and drawn skin. Violently she released torrents of steaming water, watched it stream to it's own demise. Stared as it blindly followed death.

~~~ Not arriving~~

There was a knock on the door, cutting dully through the rushing stream. A kind voice asking through a wall, dieing on a teary barrier. They couldn't hear her in here. Didn't know the fights that transgressed. The battles that were fought. The girl in the mirror smiled while her reflection wept. The girl in the mirror giggled, pouring out laughter as a sign of correctness. Babbled that they were fine. On the floor her eyes remained glassy, mouth moving in time with a girl she was not.

~~Two of us sending postcards~~

The water ran down the drain growing icy. She stayed on the floor. Salty drops stained while laughter rang. On the warmed tiles she removed a green sweatshirt, her frame thin beneath. The mirror girl smiled at her figure. Everyone was happier when you were thin. Everyone was happier when you were.

~~Writing letters on my wall~~

She couldn't remember being happy. Couldn't remember being herself. But everyone liked her. Laughed at her oblivion. Smiled with her acrobatics. Giggled at her conversations with furry animals. Furry animals that lay in pieces on her floor.

~~You and me lighting matches~~

The girl in the mirror curtsied while she crumbled to the floor. Spoke to some creature beyond the glass portals edge. On the floor her eyes remained locked with the mirror, whispering words she had never said. She was fine. Of course she was fine. How couldn't she be. Everybody liked the girl she pretended to be. The girl watching her from a frosted prison.

~~ Lifting latches~~

The room grew dark with the setting sun but neither girl moved for the light. She shivered on the floor, her sweatshirt across the room and hair hanging damp about her shoulders. The girl in the mirror laughed at her reflections condition. Her hair was dry, shining in light that wasn't. Her room was heated by a sun that was gone while her companion was cooled by a sun that remained; rejected same as she.

~~two of us wearing rain coats standing so low in the sun~~

From the floor she stood. Her eyes still drawn to a girl she just met. She dipped her hand in the icy water, flinching at it's cold, and poured it on her face. She scrubbed her face raw; revealing her red rimmed eyes and tight bruised skin to the air. She looked at the girl in the mirror- the girl never knew - and waited while she stared back.

~~You and me chasing paper~~

Watched as phony cream skin and fake smiles spiraled down the drain. Flinched drawing shards of crystal flowers from her skin. Smiled when the girl in the mirror was a girl she knew. And left.

~~Getting nowhere~~

the protection was gone, with her door left open. From the mirror she could hear voices of people she knew well.

"Numbuh Three is that you?"

"What happened in there?"

"Numbuh Three, you okay?"

"Kuki, don't cry. I knew it was you"

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Jysella:. Now here's the challenge, can you name even though I left out the chorus?

Numbuh five: you know they can

Jysella: shush, now I hope that explains everything and oh, about operation nameless-

Numbuh four: she remembered its existence

Jysella: don't you get on my case or the next chapter will be 3/4

Numbuh four: you wouldn't

Jysella: don't push it

Numbuh four: yes ma'am

Jysella: yeah about nameless umm I'm trying to write the next chapter, I swear

Numbuh four: really

Jysella: last chance, any way audience

Audience of delusions: read and review

Numbuh five: by the way Numbuh five has bee meaning to ask, where is Sachi- chan?

Jysella: I, I don't know ::cries::

Audience of delusions: she's probably buying more pixie stix