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I'm talking to the mirror again, but it's not listening
I'm cleaning my dirty mind like a toilet, but it won't give in
I'm drinking spirits in the hopes that I will find myself one,
But all I can rectify is that the party's just begun.

- Party by Nelly Furtado

Chapter 2

A hole in the ceiling

Isabella's point of view

Yesterday, at shopping, was almost fun. Me and Crystal found a lot of other things, so, instead of coming back home with only one bag - in which was the gift - we came back with another five in each hand. We really tried calling Leah to come and help us with the other things - the ones we gave up so we won't break our hands, but the shop assistant being nice, said that she'll keep it for us until tomorrow - but to my annoyance her phone was closed.

And that's how I could get rid of my aunt in the next morning, by sending her to get them for me.

Finally, until about two o'clock in the afternoon I sat in front of the computer listening to music - and not any kind of music -, then I took a bath, from four to five o'clock I managed to convince myself that to a white dress bought from Mango a light pink gloss was better than a simply pink one (you would say what's the diffrence, but there's a small one!) - of course, I chose something from M.A.C, as usually - and the fragrance, what else but John Galliano?

At six o'clock, I had already called the cab.

"Where are you?" I heard the voice at the end of the line.

"I just got here," I said carefully stepping out of the cab on my high heels.

As usually, my phone kept ringing. The first was Crystal who assured me that she'll wait for me in front of the club in which the party will take place, and she also threatened that she'll kill me if I was late. The second one was my aunt to ask if I got there - as if I could fly! -, and now it was my mother to which I had said countless of times not to call me unless it was something extremely important. And when I say important, I mean something of national security. Of course she never listened.

I already felt my good mood flying away.

"Don't be late, or I'll send the cops after you."

I rolled my eyes trying to stay calm. She was just… just over reacting a little.

"Yeah, yeah. Can I go now?"

"No, wait. I have something very important to tell you."

Right in the second in which I was wondering where the hell was Crystal because I couldn't see her anywhere on this street, and I had a feeling that our roles were about to change from a moment to another - I'm the one who will kill her - a new cab stopped in the same place mine had before.

"National security?" I couldn't help but ask, while my eyes were trying to see who the hell was going to get out of the car. I hoped it was Crystal, to at least make some of my rising anger fade away.

"This time you got it right. It's something concerning national security," continued mom the conversation to which only half of me paid attention.

The other half was staring without wanting to the person that got out of the cab. Black hair in every direction, a jacket as black as coal and... Oh My God! I had to bit my lip not afraid that I'll wipe away the gloss - I had another one in my purse - when I saw that horrible pair of glasses that covered half of the face of the newly arrived - Jessica's boyfriend. Ok, I was very close to start laughing.

"I'll call you back," I told my mother stopping her mid-sentence, closing the phone and putting it in the purse.

"Hey, Isabella!" spoke the guy, Christian, right?

"Hey," I said quickly making a plan to kill Crystal when she'll finally get here.

Maybe I'll strangle her?

"Aren't you coming in?"

I followed him closely as he took off his glasses and put them in a pocket from inside his jacket. I bit my lip prepared for the next laughing fit.

"Not yet. I was waiting for Crystal," I said trying to be nice.

"And will she get mad if you get inside with me?"

"Not her," I thought. "But Jessica will."

"No, but I promised her."

And I thought only Leah could make such pathetic arguments. Damn it!

"As you wish." He shrugged suddenly cold. "I'll see you inside, Mason," he said disappearing through the door of the building from behind me, before I could say a few harsh things to him.

"What?"

That asshole really dared to call me by my familly name?

I really was about to go after him and kick his ass…

But a third cab stopped me.

"Am I late?" asked Crystal as soon as she got out of the car.

"What do you think?" I almost yelled at her feeling my blood boiling. I wouldn't be surprised if my face was red, I felt like a volcano about to erupt.

"Well… you see… I have a pretty good excuse…" she mumbled while smiling.

"I hope so!" Then, trying to ignore the anger practically boiling in me, I noticed something. "Where's Cassy?"

"Inside."

My try to stay calm just flew away.

"What? Even your sister got here before you? What the hell…? What was your excuse?"

"Well, I got here with Cassy, but I noticed that I had forgotten the gift and I had to go and get it. I think that Cassy got bored waiting and got in without me."

She said that without breathing at least twice. Finally she shrugged as if it was a story that never had to be remembered before.

"You had forgotten the gift."

That was a statement.

I couldn't believe it. Even an airhead like me knew not to forget something like that home. Fine, actually, I wasn't so sure about that.

I sighed.

"Ok, ok…" I said starting to calm down. "That means that next time I'm allowed to be late," I teased her.

"No way!" she said with her most serious expression which made me laugh.

Crystal gave me the nicely wrapped up gift that she held in her hands until now and in which was the gift, ready to open the door behind me and to finally get in, but when I heard my phone ringing from my purse, I gave it back signaling her to stay there.

"What does immediately mean to you?"

It was my mom. Oh, God! I had totally forgotten.

"Fine, fine, just tell me what you have to say, I don't have time to waste."

These people didn't know that patience wasn't my strongest point?

"What do you want me to start with?" asked mom ignoring the anger in my voice.

"With the beginning."

"Calm down Isabella, just calm down"

I sighed for the second time.

"No, I'll start with what's more important."

"Just say what you have to say!"

If she kept playing with my nerves I was going to throw this phone down and stomp on it.

"Adam will have a concert in London in two months."

I swear my heart stopped for a long moment.

"What did you say?" I asked really shocked.

"What you just heard, don't make me repeat."

"Repeat!" I ordered her.

I heard a sigh coming from her, maybe trying not to yell - if only she dared - but she played along.

"Adam Lambert will have a concert in London in two months," she said for the second time, this time slower.

"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you, God!" I thought, but I came back to my serious voice when I spoke again this time loudly.

"And? What are you waiting for? Buy tickets!"

"That's the bad part. He announced this morning on his offical site, at lunch the tickets were out for sale and it appears that until five o'clock... there wasn't a single ticket left."

I dry-swallowed, barely mumbling.

"What?..."

There were no tickets left. Already. Impossible.

"Or not," intervened a small voice in my head emphasizing that such a growing succes had to have some consequences. Like selling all the tickets in just a few hours after putting them out for sale.

Why the hell didn't I think of spying his Twitter page today? I would have definitely found something out.

"Hold on, hold on, don't panic yet. Because of this first succes the producers said that they will put out for sale another series of tickets. You realise, though, that the seats won't be as good."

I breathed out, a flicker of hope appearing in my heart, when I asked again:

"Tell me there will be backstage passes."

"That definitely not," you could hear nervousness in her voice. "Look, I'll promise that I'll look out for the moment in which the next series of tickets will be out for sale. How many do you want me to buy?"

"Five," I declared automatically without realising.

"What do you need five for?" she almost yelled.

"Just buy five and stop asking anymore questions. Bye."

For the second time I hung up on her, then putting my phone in my purse. Five, ten, twenty tickets, it didn't matter. Let them be as many as possible - just let them be! - after that I was going to give them to who I wanted. I still knew from the beginning that I was taking two. One for backup in case I lost the other one. I liked how careful I had become, really.

Seeing that I ended the conversation, Crystal gave me the box again, but I gave it back this time too.

"I don't like to have both arms occupied," I got her attention, raising the hand in which I had the purse.

She rolled her eyes.

"Are we going to get in once and for all? Really, if we weren't dressed as nice as we are, people would think we are beggars."

By the way, I just noticed what she was wearing. A nice pink dress above her knees, with some wonderful bracelets - like the ones I looked at in stores - and high-heels, higher than mine to compensate the diffrence between our heights.

Seeing that I raised an eyebrow, amused, she continued without realizing what I really meant:

"It's already seven, Izzy."

How fast time flies!

"No, I meant that I like it," I said pointing to the outfit.

"Oh, this? Ahh... thanks!"

She gave me one of her sweet smiles and I also answered with one, signaling that we had forgiven each other, for the stupid things we did earlier. She was late, I talked a lot on the phone.

"Ok. Let's get in."

And for the first time that evening I looked at the building behind me. Although at the first floor was one of those new clubs that people like Jessica visited a lot, above were some apartments. And don't ask why nobody bought them. Anyway, to my surprise I never heard a sound from inside while I waited.

Ok, why the hell didn't anybody buy those apartments?

I opened the door, with Crystal behind me, and stepped into the blinding lights inside. The first thing I wanted to do was to put my hands over my ears when, getting on a table, Jessica declared starting the music as loud as possible:

"Let the party start!"

I think that instead of the best party of September, it was going to be the worst event I had ever came to.

I suddenly wished to be in Leah's place, wherever the hell she was now.

Leah's point of view

So… I was dying.

Ok, I finished all of my homeworks.

I helped my mom in the kitchen.

I cleaned up my room.

I read a boring book.

I opened the television and the computer just to close them again in the second I realised there was nothing to see there.

And why the hell was still time left for... nothing? Well, instead of staring at the walls. Which were too empty, let's face it. A few posters with Britney Spears and with Beyonce (no way Justin Bieber - because I hated him -, or Justin Timberlake - because mom would declare he was too manly and other stupid things of hers). Yeah, some posters would be great. Make some of the emptiness of this room with just a bed, a desk and a wardrobe go away.

I admit that I never asked for more because I really didn't need and I usually didn't care.

I took my phone, put on my headphones and started listening to some music. Anyway, that was before I threw it back on the pillow. What happened to me? How did I have the same songs from a year ago?

I sighed.

I rolled on my back, with my eyes on the ceiling this time. On the empty ceiling.

"Can posters be put on the ceiling?" I asked suddenly aloud without wanting.

It definitely wouldn't look good. And I don't really think I would feel good at 2 a.m to wake up with a frightening Jennifer Lopez in my arms in case the poster would fall.

I suddenly stood up putting my head in my hands.

I was lying to myself.

The reason why this room was so empty - without cool things - was because mom didn't accept cool things. It wasn't fair.

It also wasn't fair that this was happening to me. If I remember it right, and I didn't need any big effort, usually Saturday afternoons or even Friday were spent mostly with Isabella, sometimes with Crystal too if she was at her grandmother's who lived near me. If it wasn't for that stupid party I would now be in the park with them. Although I was supposed to be home at nine and a half.

Oh, I was sick of other people controlling my life.

Just wait and see what will happen when I'm independent. You have no idea.

"The unexpected," I thought suddenly a little more happy.

I jumped up intending to get rid of some clothes that, in my opinion, needed to be washed. I went straight to the wardrobe opening all of the doors and the drawers and began to take out what needed to be cleaned.

The shirt that I wore yesterday and two days ago, a few socks that had nothing to do there anyway, a pair of dirty pants and the jeans I wore all week. That's how I managed to get rid of just two minutes of this boring day.

I threw them all near the bed, checking the jeans pockets for the MP-3 that I searched all morning for.

Instead of it I found something else to my surprise, and trust me, to my happiness. It was a piece of paper - a bussines card, I saw and remembered - on which were written the following words:

"James Jonathan Clarvisse," I mumbled while my fingers from my left hand were reaching for the phone.

Isabella's point of view

As soon as we entered my ears started to hurt.

As soon as I gave Jessica her gift wishing her "Happy birthday!", I wanted to turn a hundred and eighty degrees and run through the door.

As soon as I noticed Christian looking at me from the other corner of the room while - figures - he was kissing Jessica, I clenched my fists.

Mason, hn? How dare he?

And as soon as I finished the first dance, at Crystal's request - she was very happy for whatever reason - I apologized telling her that I need a break. But, actually, I needed air as I was feeling like I was drowning in that crowd.

In the moment when I stepped in the empty bathroom the noise suddenly stopped as if it was never even there.

"Thank, God!" I told myself while I was analyzing my outfit and my make-up in the giant mirrors on the walls.

Although everything was perfect, I applied a thin new layer of lip-gloss. That way it looked even better.

Then, from an unknown reason even to myself I went to the door locking it. At least I figured that being bothered right now wouldn't be too good for my stomach.

Firstly, I meditated while circling the floor covered in grindstone, my heels making a rhythmic sound, at my party when I'll be eighteen, there won't be this horrible music Jessica had. Oh no, just Adam Lambert.

I smiled to myself, then continued.

Secondly, I wanted something outdoors. Or not really. Just something with a terrace where people could go out for some air.

The only terrace here was that small window, that, from an impulse, I got into a toilet to open while climbing on the sink, a little hard considering what I was wearing. I sat there for a few seconds breathing the air from outside and hoping that nobody will see me, before I got back to meditating in the center of the room.

And third, I would never dance on a table in front of everybody. It was embarrassing.

And I would never stand a boyfriend that would stare at another while kissing me. And I bet it was a French kiss.

"No way!" I declared, feeling my stomach clench forcing me to go back to the small window opened earlier.

Yeah, the air was helping me.

But what was Crystal doing there? Did she find her sister in all that crowd? Did she find another partner to dance with? Or, a boy, maybe?

I wanted to go home, damn it!

I turned back to the mirrors.

If I hadn't been so busy shopping, or worrying what I was going to wear to the party maybe, with nothing else to do, I would have stayed a few hours on Adam's Twitter, see how the story was written online. Or even on his site, but that happened rarely. I was there maybe once a month to see the tours, and even asked myself what made him advance his concert in London with almost a year.

If I remember - and until yesterday I was sure about this - all of the concerts he had this Autumn were supposed to be in Asia. What happened?

Anyway, whatever happened or not took me by surprise. I couldn't get a backstage this year either? It wasn't fair.

And then something caught my attention. Not at the door or at the window, but above me on the ceiling. It was like a rhythmic beat at first, and when it started to get louder I asked myself if it was an earthquake, or if someone had really bought the apartments above, and was now moving the furniture, I automatically took a few steps back near the wall just to see in the next second the white wall slowly coming down.

Then a noise that could even wake the dead was heard when the ceiling fell, hitting the floor, shattering everywhere, white dust appearing.

I automatically put my hand on my nose feeling like I was drowning and having some coughing fits. You could hear some whispers, and in the next second when the dust had settled a little I could see two guys dressed completely in black - here and there dirty - with weird masks on their face, with cracks just where their eyes and mouths were.

"It's a robbery," immediately declared one of them noticing me near the wall while raising towards me a metal pipe sharpened on one edge. "Give me your purse."

I stared at him not believing my eyes and ears - so that's how they moved furniture, together with the wall - before realizing that the other guy was coming near me... holding in his hand a fork.

Still, a fork?

I didn't know if I should be afraid or roll on the floor laughing.

I chose the second one.

"What's so funny, huh? I'm not joking here!" spoke the one with the pipe.

Then I stopped wiping my tears.

"You, guys, are so funny! What, Jessica hired you to show off at her party? I'm sorry to tell you, but you got the wrong room. Go next door."

"I told you we are not joking," emphasized the guy with the fork in his hand yanking my purse and spilling the contents on the floor.

I watched shocked as my gloss from M.A.C - from M.A.C - my touchscreen phone and my cab money - all of them! - were rolling on the floor in the next second with a strong noise, especially when my phone's screen broke. Suddenly, he threw my purse from Mango - from Mango - at my feet before bending to take the phone and the money. When he saw the gloss, he simply took it and threw it in the trash.

That's it, I was angry!

"Do you have any idea how much that was, you jerk? Or how much the purse was?"

"Why should I care?" he said keeping my already destroyed phone, but throwing the money to the guy with the pipe. "Hey, Shane, there are enough money here for a pizza."

The other guy caught them and put them in his back pocket.

"Why should you care?" I asked my voice sounding a lot higher than usual. "I'll show you why you should care, you idiot!"

Forget the money and the phone! But the gloss and the purse... Oh God! - when I thought about waiting another week for my order from the U.S.A to come I felt my blood boiling.

I bent suddenly, to take a piece from the ceiling - hey, I wasn't expecting it to be so easy - and I hit the guy that mocked my things with it straight in the head. At least if he hadn't threw the gloss to the trash.

"That should teach you a lesson," I told him.

I don't know how good or how strong my hit was, but still I heard him whimper in pain, then I saw him taking his hand to his head while turning towards me. Through the cracks of the mask where you could see his eyes, I could see them narrowing. It really hurt?

The one with the pipe jumped towards me aiming its sharp edge to my head, but, like had seen in many action TV-shows, I suddenly squatted. The pipe went in the wall pretty deep thanks to the strength he had used. And that was my chance to get back up and hit him as hard as I could with my fist in his chin.

I watched in awe as he rolled on his back and remained unmoving on the floor.

"Oh, that was close!" I said shocked as soon as I dodged the other guy's fork which was coming dangerously close to me.

It was close considering it went millimeters from my temple.

I yeanked it from the place in which it was stuck in the wall pointing it towards the attacker. With the corner of my eye, in the same time, I could see the one from my feet coming back to his senses and - maybe from instinct, or maybe on purpose (this kind of things really worked in movies) - I sent my foot between his legs sending him in heaven, I think. Yeah, he'd wish.

He really yelled in pain.

Ok, that was hesitation coming from me even if it lasted only two seconds. Because in those two seconds the other guy that I had hit in his head with the ceiling piece hit me with his knee in the stomach making me fall with the fork near his comrade.

"Thank, God!" I thought because I hadn't eaten since lunch. I closed my eyes whimpering in pain in the same time trying to recover my breath.

Then I stayed still.

"Hey, Shane, man, are you okay?"

The other barely said through groans.

"Yesterday twice, now once more. I'm telling you this job doesn't pay me enough."

You could hear a chuckle, then movement. Footsteps.

"It looks like she's unconscious. What are we going to do now?" asked Shane again trying to ignore the pain, I assumed.

"We have to make everything seem a dream, I don't know. We'll see." A sigh, then the same voice continued: "Man, I would have bet a lot more on her than on the chick from yesterday."

"Why?" mumbled Shane.

Wait a second, these really thought I was unconscious? That I don't hear a thing? And what the hell were they talking there?

"I don't know, yesterday at the bar she seemed smarter... anyway, about that vod-"

I didn't let him finish his sentence. I clenched my hand tightly around the fork raising it with my hand and stuck it in the guy's ankle, the other one aside from Shane.

When this one fell to the floor yelling in pain, I immediately jumped to my feet.

I was shocked by myself, but their shock beat mine a thousand times.

I was right in front of them, on the floor, one of them, Shane, holding his hands in that place of the men, and the other taking out the fork from his bloody ankle.

I don't know why, but my hands went to my back for the pipe yanking it easily from the wall.

The war just started, and I was suddenly very angry.

Crystal's point of view

"Hey, hello! Have you seen Isabella?"

The boy shook his head.

Unnerved, I went to the next classmate to put the same question and get the same shake of the head.

"Hey, hello! Have you seen Isabella?"

I lost count at the number of persons that I had asked and I had enough. It was time to leave and when we left we left together. It was already past midnight, we got through that horrible cake, Jessica opened the gifts with a nauseous humor - and bugged me the whole night with questions like "We haven't gone out as girls?" or "Do you want me to introduce you to a super hot guy?", "Which is your ex boyfriend," I added in my mind.

Oh, God! Has anybody seen Isabella tonight?

"I saw her," someone said from behind.

I turned automatically to that person full of hope and relief... just to bump in with Christian's superior face.

Hope and relief disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Where?" I asked without really wanting.

He signaled to a door on a back hallway.

"She went a few hours ago to the bathroom dragging a guy after her. When I went to try the door it was locked from the inside and you could hear... weird noises." He grinned like a jerk. "Leaves you wondering what happened there, or whatever, what is still happening."

No, wait, I wasn't shocked.

Just that maybe for a few minutes I felt the room spinning with me.

Was something like that really possible?

There's a hole in the ceiling down through which I fell.
There's a girl in a basement coming out of her shell.
And there are people who will say that they knew me so well.
I may not go to heaven, I hope you go to hell!

- St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream by Counting Crows

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