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I have been getting reviews dealing with the mysterious dog tags. People have been asking me if they belong to Jacob. I would love to tell you but…..Nope. I want to hear you suffer…..hehehehehehe….okay not really. Everything will come together….maybe…..or maybe not……Hehehehehe…Actually I might just kill Jacob…hmmmm…..maybe or maybe not…okay. Maybe not, but I would love too.

About the fashion announcement-read my profile. It'll say where it is. It's bold, underline and in italics. It's really not that hard to find people.

Some answers:

Why are Alice's eyes red?

Her eyes are red from crying, so pretty much they're red and puffy. No one is going to turn into a vampire, just to let you know. So if anyone is hoping "Oh boy, I wonder when so and so will become a vampire!" Well sorry people: This is an all human story.

Okay, let's get a move on with chapter seven: Confusion and Phone calls.

Nightmares and Pianos

Confusion and Phone Calls

Bella's POV

I stared at the worn metal and tried to read the writing.

Anthony MasenSergeant E-5407

I studied the worn metal and realized that this must be decades old. But this wasn't mine. Could this belong to....Is this.....

I noticed that I was shaking somewhat and calmed down.

I was holding a piece of my hero. A piece of who they are.

I stared at the name for what felt like hours.

Anthony Masen.

Masen….that sounds familiar…

"Masen," I whispered underneath my breath. Where have I heard it before? I know that I've seen this name before, but…this dog tag must be about a century old because its so worn down since I could barely read the letters. I whispered Masen under my breath, remembering the name by heart.

I studied the chain and noticed that it was slightly broken. I took the chain off the dog tag and put the chain back in the envelope. Carefully holding the flat piece of metal in my palm, I thought of a safe place to put it. I thought of just giving the chain and dog tag to Alice so she could find someone to fix them, but…I didn't want her to know of this. I felt that this should be my secret and mine alone.

I quickly thought of something and called for one of the nurses. I asked for a piece of long piece of strong string, and with confused eyes she left to fetch me my request.

"Here you go, dear," she said, handing me a long piece of white ribbon," Can I get you anything else?"

"No thank-you," I said kindly. She left with a smile and I went to work, trying to put the ribbon end through the hole on the dog tag.

"Finally," I muttered. I held out the "necklace" and starred at the dog tag itself.

A piece of them.

I tied the ribbon around my neck and tucked the dog tag underneath my hospital gown, hoping that Alice or any of the doctors wouldn't question why I have ribbon tied around my neck. There was a knock on the door.

"Come in," I answered.

Two police officers came in cautiously and quietly closed the door, taking their hats off as well.

"Hello, Ms. Swan," one of the cops greeted. He was a larger man with a mustache but with his rosy cheeks, he reminded me as the teddy bear that babies hold on to when they cry. The man next to him was practically the exact opposite, though. With a toned body and dark russet skin, he gave a business aura with him. He made me agitated by just staring at him, yet he seemed at ease with everything. I guess he just had the natural born leader in him.

"I'm Lieutenant Frank and this is Detective Uley," the larger man said, gesturing to himself and the detective. Detective Uley nodded in greeting.

"Hello," I quietly replied. I was mentally preparing for whatever questions they would ask, personal or not.

"We would like to ask you some questions regarding the night you were about to be sexually harassed, if that's alright with you?" Lt. Frank asked kindly.

"Alright," I sat up, trying to make myself more eye to eye with them as much as I can. The detective pulled out a notepad and a recording device and set them on a table near me, taking a seat to the chair closest to me. The lieutenant took the uncomfortable couch and pulled out glasses and a notepad of his own.

"Okay, we are about to begin." He put his glasses on his stubby nose and nodded to Detective Uley to turn on the recorder.

"It is 2:24 p.m. in central zone. The date is November 2 of 2008, five days after the attack of Isabella M. Swan. She is a victim of attempted rape, attempt of murder, and is located now at Northwestern Memorial Hospital, Chicago, Illinois. The extent of her injuries is extreme ranging from major blood loss to bruising of the body. Her injuries are…" I tuned Detective Uley out after I heard him talk in words I couldn't understand. I wonder if he knew what he was even saying himself?

"Ms. Swan, do you remember what happened the night you were attacked?" He questioned. What? Oh yeah, he was asking questions now. Right.

"Somewhat. I remember some details but they only go so far. I remember going out to Alice's car…" I closed my eyes to help me remember.

"Who's Alice?" he questioned, though he probably already knows.

"She's my best friend and roommate. She wanted me to retrieve her cell phone from the car."

"Why?" I shrugged.

"She wanted to call this guy's sister. The guy was looking for her and he didn't have his cell phone, so Alice volunteered to use hers. She asked me to grab it and I wasn't going to let her go get it herself. She had more to drink than me…and well…no offense to her, but she's a little bit on the shorter side. But she's strong, just well, you get my point." The detective nodded in agreement.

"Who was the man who was looking for his sister?"

"I don't remember. I didn't really care to be honest." He nodded and wrote something down.

"Can you tell us everything that happened from the time you exited the bar to the time you were rescued?" He leaned back in his chair and waited for me to tell my story. I sighed.

"I don't remember much but I remember trying to find where we parked the car. I've lived in Chicago for about five years, for schooling, but I never went out very much so I didn't know the area very well." I envisioned myself walking through a dark alley, confused but with a determined expression. I took a shuddering breath. "I took a wrong turn at an empty street and noticed I was being followed by a guy, but I met with another guy when I got to a corner. Then they grabbed me and I remember trying to shove them off but they kept coming back. I think I was shoved into a wall a couple of times and…" I paused, trying to remember every detail, yet my mind refused to do so. I ignored the fear and haunting nightmare that my mind was trying to protect itself from and told the rest of what I knew.

"I ran across the street after hitting one of the guys with my heel but he soon caught up to me and tackled me. I got tossed and turned a couple of more times and I felt myself losing conscious but I tried to keep fighting back. Then a screech," I paused for a moment and shook my head in confusion. "well, it must've been someone braking suddenly near where I was about to be…attacked. Then I heard some fighting going on and then I was put into a car. That's it," I lied. I didn't tell them of the eyes that seemed to pierce through my soul and the dog tag that I had tied around my neck.

"Thank-you." The lieutenant said kindly. "If it calms you down a bit, we got the subjects arrested and they're scheduled to go to court pretty soon. Do you want to show up at the prosecution? We have all the evidence we need and if we need more information-which I doubt- we'll contact you."

"No thank-you, but thanks," I declined softly.

"Alrighty," the lieutenant clapped, startling both the detective and me," that's all we really needed Ms. Swan. Thank-you for making this easy on the detective and me, it saves us a lot of trouble and long nights." He got up and the detective followed suit.

"Ummm…" I started, pausing the two law enforcers. "How did you find the two rapists?" I question. It confused me and well, heck, curiosity killed the cat. The lieutenant chuckled and the detective cracked a smile.

"It was actually really easy to apprehend the subjects. After beating the snot out of the two pigs, the tall fellow-" the detective looked at the lieutenant in disbelief; he just gave a minor description of the hero who wanted to keep his identity secret.

"Oops!" Frank said sheepishly. He let out an embarrassed chuckle. "Sorry." Detective sighed in annoyance.

"Pretty much, the person who rescued you put the two suspects in a dumpster after placing you in the car. When we got there," he grinned at the memory," it was a pretty hilarious sight seeing a guy with take-out on his face and a toilet seat necklace on the other." I snickered, regretting the action. Ow. Stupid ribs.

Noticing my pain, they said their goodbyes and get wells before they left in a hurry, obviously wanting to get out of the hospital. Lucky.

Alice ran practically ran through the door when they were gone.

"Were they police officers? Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she moaned. "There was this guy who kept looking down my shirt at Arby's (trademark) instead of getting my food. I had to scream to get his attention and I just-" Her words were beginning to mash together into a constant buzz.

"Alice, it's alright. It wasn't that bad; just some questions. You should have heard though what happened to the rapists." I snickered at the mental image of the two pigs in the dumpsters, trying to find a way out. Alice tilted her head to the side and rose her eyebrows.

"Care to explain?" She crossed her arms.

"When the police got to where I was…attacked, the person who saved me, after they beat up the two guys, they put the two in a dumpsters and one had a toilet seat around his neck." We snickered, wishing to have seen the two being placed in a police cruiser with the designer jewelry.

"Oh! I almost forgot." She searched through her purse for a minute. "I thought that you would be bored for awhile so here you go. It's the quickest thing that I though of," she apologized. She handed me my iPod, with my favorite headphones still wrapped around the small, white music player.

"Thanks, Alice," I gushed. "This is plenty, besides I have videos I can watch if I get too bored." I smiled at her, with her returning the gesture.

As long as I had my friends and my music, I can probably handle just about anything that this hospital had in store for me.

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Whoever runs upstairs, kill me now.

I have been waiting for the past half an hour for the nurse to hand me my release papers so I can get out of this hell hole. I have listened to all the songs and videos on my iPod at least four times and when I get home, I'm getting new songs and videos.

Thirty-two minutes.

I moaned. Are you kidding me? I need to get out of here or I might as well just get placed in a mental institute. Yippee, more white walls. I glanced at Alice who was doing something on her newly acquired blackberry that she got two days ago.

Thirty-three minutes.

I leaned my head back and hit it once against the wall, gently.

"Miss Swan?" A nurse peered through the door and then walked in. "Sorry about the wait, we had to print more copies and the printer was stalling. Now, about these release papers…" She indicated where I needed to fill out my medical problems and where I needed to sign. Hurrying through everything, I filled the paper with barely legible writing and called to Alice that we can go. I heard a "finally" from her and we practically ran out of the room before the nurse had anything else she needed me to sign.

"Ready to get out of this hell-hole, Bella?' Alice called out to me from her car, which she pulled around the corner for me so I didn't have to walk out so far.

"Heck yes!" I carefully maneuvered myself in her car without hurting myself as much, giving myself a mental pat on the back.

Alice speed through the parking lot, wheels squealing and all, with our cheers of freedom erupting from our lungs. Alice has never had to go to the hospital for any injuries but she has always been there for me, even though she hates being cooped up in a hospital as much as me. She's even talked with the leading hospital directors about placing a "mini mall" next door so people can go shopping instead of "getting fat by sitting in uncomfortable chairs for hours like that guy over there that's eating a large bag of cheetos." Yeah, she really said and the large guy was pissed at her. He stopped eating the cheetos though.

Though, our adventure was short lived because the doctor ordered that I stayed down for about two weeks before I did any vigorous activities. Alice snorted when the doctor said that though he said it in different terms, while I just glowered in my hospital bed.

"Is there anything that I can get for you?" Alice called from her yellow porches, dropping me off at the apartment.

"No. Go have fun shopping, besides, I'm still pretty tired from the drugs. Bye," I waved.

"Bye!" She sped off to her usual day of shopping.

I went upstairs to our room, secretly glad that Alice left me alone for the day.

Today, I needed information.

Ever since I found the dog tag that was lost my hero, I've had this void. A void that I needed to fill, even if it hurts me in the end. To me, this was not just a way to find out who this person is and thank them, but instead, I felt as if they took a part of me with them when they drove off from the hospital. It wasn't when I had the glimmer of hope when I heard someone noticing something was wrong, but when I stared at the eyes. The eyes that gave me a look at someone who was out of the ordinary; almost inhumane but instead of repulsing me, it drew me in.

I snorted at myself. I started to sound like a cheesy book character that was in a book that I read not too long ago.

Once I booted up my computer and typed in my favorite search site, I froze. Did I really want to do this? Did I want to risk the chance of being repulsed by the person or worse yet, the person being regretful of saving me? Could I stand the pain?

I have to.

I typed the name that was stamped on the dog tag, hoping for at least some valuable information, but came up with over eight million results.

Damn.

I went through about three pages before giving up on the name portion of the dog tag. Most of the pages were either random people or some guy with the name E. A. Masen. I couldn't care less about people of this generation right now.

So I typed many different parts of the dog tag; only leading to no prevail. Maybe if I knew what the numbers stood for…

I typed in official stamping of dog tags WWI-WWII.

Boy did I get some results.

I clicked on a website that seemed promising and waited for it to load.

Dog tags of WWI

I skimmed through the article until something caught my eye.

During WWII, there were not many government owned stamping for identification for the soldiers of WWI. If a solider was to have a dog tag, it usually held the name of the officer, ranking, unit, and other ways of identifying the solider. Usually…

I grabbed the dog tag piece in my palm and glanced at the numbers. Ranking and units…hm.

"Bella, I'm home!" Shit! I checked to see what time it was, noticing how late it was.

"Bella? Where are you?"

"Um….I'm in my room! Hold on," I yelled back, frantically hiding any evidence of today's activities. Shit, shit, shit, shit….

I heard her come down the hall.

"Bella, what are you doing?" her voice getting closer.

"Uh…putting away a couple of things." I called back, shoving notebooks underneath the bed. Why now did she have to check up on me? Couldn't she have stayed at the mall for a few more hours?

"Bella, are you alright?" Her hand was on the doorknob.

"Bella?" She opened the door only to see me sitting on my bed reading Pride and Prejudice again.

"Hey," I said calmly. The butterflies in my stomach were flying everywhere however.

"Hey. Are you reading that book again?" She shook her head in disappointment. I smiled back sheepishly at her. She sighed.

"I'm ordering take out so don't worry about cooking tonight. I came home a little early today just to see your smiling face, but instead, your reading a book. You need to get out more."

"Love you too Alice." She smiled and thankfully left my room.

Whew.

I took a deep breath and fell back on my bed.

I consider myself lucky that Alice wasn't in the mood to be observant today, like she normally is. Normally she would've have noticed me out of breath and nervous with papers shoved underneath my bed which I never do.

I stared at the clock, telling me it's 6:15 p.m. but yet it seemed so much later. I was mentally and physically exhaustive, my bed calling for me to crawl beneath its covers and sleep there for days.

"Bella! The food's here!"

I moaned and reluctantly got up, dragging my feet to the inviting aromas of Chinese food. Yum. I grabbed a fork and a box and chewed each forkful with slow, careful movements; I had a lot on my mind. Alice was instead focused on her new purchases, holding them out and inspecting them for when they were appropriate to wear. As long as she didn't notice the change of my behavior, I was happy enough.

Ring.

The phone too Alice out of her fashion land and me out of my thoughts. We looked at each other, deciding who should answer it.

Ring.

I could practically hear Alice's thoughts screaming at me. "Bella, I have Gucci in my hands. I can't just set them down on the floor or couch without any protection! Please, by the name of Gucci, please answer the phone!"

Ring.

I held back a sigh, setting my food down, and slowly got up, exaggerating my movements. I heard a thanks from Alice, who returned to fashion land, and grunted in reply.

Ri-

"Hello?" I answered groggily.

"Is Bella there?" A deep voice questioned.

"This is."

"Hey Bella!" The voice immediately brightened up. "This is Jacob from the club a couple weeks ago." Jacob? Who's Jacob. I thought back, trying to remember the club Alice dragged me to. Oh! Jacob who knew The Hulk.

"Hey Jacob," I replied, immediately catching his enthusiasm. "How are you?"

"Pretty good," he chuckled. "I tried to call you a couple of weeks ago but you never answered." Oops.

I laughed from embarrassment. "Yeah…well…I kind of tripped from a pillow and broke our phone. It would ring, but we couldn't answer it so we had to disconnect it until we got another one." He laughed.

"That's why. Though I tried calling a couple of days ago but another girl answered. I think she was Alice you told me about earlier. I asked her to tell you that I called, but I guess you didn't get the message…"

"Uh…no. We've been pretty busy, though so she probably just forgot." I looked over my shoulder at Alice who was still lost in her own thoughts. She usually doesn't forget these kind of things.

"Yeah, I guess so," he answered curtly. What was their problem with each other?

"So what have you been doing up until now?"

"Stuff. Nothing much," I lied. He laughed.

"I may not be able to see you but I can still tell that your lying. You're a horrible liar." I grimaced.

"Thanks." Note the sarcasm.

"No problem. Also, you're a klutz so your bound to have something happening on with your life." Please just stop asking questions. I don't want to lie horribly over the phone.

"I've just had a bad week, that's all." Bad was the understatement of the year. Worst week of my entire life seemed more fitting.

"Want to talk about it?" It's nice that he cares, just not now.

"Not really."

"Oh. Sorry." he apologized.

"No problem." I shrugged involuntarily.

"Who are you talking to, Bella?' Alice called out to me. I covered the receiver.

"Jacob Black." Please don't get pissed off, please don't get pissed off…

"Who?" Confusion rang through her voice.

"The guy I talked to at my birthday, the one whose tan with black hair." I turned my body to face her. She stiffened when she figured out who I was talking to.

"Oh," she said icily. What the hell was their problem with each other?

I gave her a look of disbelief and confusion but she only turned away from me, gathering all of her new clothes to put in her room. I heard the door slam.

"What the hell?" I murmured to myself. I took my hand off the receiver.

"Sorry about that, Jake," I apologized profusely.

"Naw, it's okay," he said nonchalantly. I heard a large crash on his line.

"Shit! Sorry Bella. I'm at work and some guy just made an idiot of himself. Can I talk to you later?" He rushed.

"No problem. I'll see you later."

"Bye." The line went dead.

I slammed the phone down and stomped my way to Alice's room. It was locked.

"Alice!" I yelled, pounding one the door. "Open the door!"

Click.

The door was unlocked and I barged my way in. Alice was returning to her closet calmly. Too calmly.

"What the hell was that?" I pointed over to the living room.

"Nothing." She shrugged.

"Damn it! What's your problem with Jacob?" I put my hands on my hips. Her body stiffened at the name, her eyes turning dark, scary almost. They were filled with pure hatred.

"What makes you think I have a problem with him," her voice forcing to stay calm. She refused to even speak his name.

"I don't know?" I yelled sarcastically. "Maybe it's because you act like he just committed a crime or something. Hell, you stiffen at the sound of his name!" I threw my hands up in disbelief.

"Well maybe he should just leave us alone." her voice filled with venom. Her attention was off her clothes now and onto me. Good.

"Why are you acting like this?" I couldn't believe she was acting so…bitchy! Normally she would introduce herself with people and they would soon become friends due o her perky, half-filled glass attitude. She's never even meet Jacob and now she just want to grab a bat and beat the holy snot out of him! I just couldn't grasp why and how she could hate a person so much and not even meeting the guy. And he was returning the icy attitude as well!

She shook her head in disbelief at my confusion.

"Did you see the way he was looking at you? He was practically drooling over you like a dirty mutt!" I was baffled.

"He was all over you, Bella! He was acting too sweet and caring and he just…I just don't trust him! I feel like he's going to have a negative roll on your life later on!" What?!

"What…Where the hell did that come from?!" I yelled in disbelief. How could she even think that. Didn't she want me to have more friends? And why does she think that he'll have a negative roll on my life? She rubbed her hand as if she was getting a headache. That makes two of us.

"Bella," her voice seemed weaker. She was pleading now. "I just don't trust him. Please just stay away form him." My jaw tightened.

"No." She sighed in annoyance.

"Fine. Could you at least be at least…careful? I know this sounds silly but could you promise me that you'll be extremely careful about what you do when your around him?" Her face was in full pleading mode. Wow. She really was worried about me.

I rolled my eyes but agreed.

"Fine." She took a deep breath from relief and ushered me out the door, mentioning something about ordering her closet.

I got into bed with my head filled with confusion.

Why does Alice not trust Jacob?

Why does Jacob hate Alice so much?

What negative roll could Jacob have on my life?

Will I ever find Anthony Masen?

Will we ever meet?

I grabbed a nearby pillow and screamed all of my frustration and confusion into its soft body. I stayed there for a moment, savoring the silence. (I do not own any part of Twilight, so the parts that are used from Twilight that are in this story do not belong to me).

I reached out onto my dresser and grabbed my iPod, scrolling to one of my play lists and turning the volume to max. One of Phil's favorite CDs was playing. I downloaded them just out of boredom, never taking the time to actually listen to them. They used a little too much bass and shrieking for my taste, but now I just concentrated on the music, trying to understand the lyrics, to unravel the complicated drum patterns. After listening to the play list a couple of times, I knew all the words to the choruses, at least. I was surprised to find that I really did like the band after all, once I got past the blaring noise.

And it worked. The shattering beats made it impossible for me to think-which was the whole purpose of the exercise. After the fourth run through, I was sleeping with my thoughts dwindled down until tomorrow.

$%$%$%$%$(I felt bad for not updating earlier so here's some thrilling stuff)$%$%$%$%

These past few weeks have been filled with nothing but annoyance and frustration and surprises.

The reason why:

A) I haven't been able to get any leads to my green-eyed savior. I have looked under hundreds of pages of websites about dog tags, Masens, WWI (which I learned a bunch of new information about), Anthonys, and well, just about anything that had something to do with the night I was attacked. I know that trying to find a single person that you know nothing about other than the fact the have emerald-green eyes that seem to pierce through your soul, making you feel vulnerable…whoa. Losing track. And it hasn't helped that my search is constantly being interrupted by

B) My job and the constant gossip. Lauren and Jessica were starting rumors about me that are so far-fetched, it's unbelievable! They're making my job twice as hard with the constant "Did you here that she ran away to Vegas to get married to a drug dealer that goes by the name of Big Daddy? She's already looking twice as pale from all of the drugs she's been shoving in her body." and "I saw her in a police cruiser because she was arrested for breaking into an older couples house just for a diamond ring that she saw the older woman wore. I knew she was poor and envious of others but to sink that low is absolutely like, pathetic." I've tried to ignore them but with them repeating the same old stories over and over again when they're right next to you, well, I can't help but get a little peeved.

C) Alice has completely lost it. She has been frantically searching for one of her designs that was considered "The One." I've tried to help her find it but so far, it's been a complete failure. She's even tried to report it to the police but they told her that this was out of there hands.

She was arrested for a couple of days for jumping over the desk, trying to attack the lady and causing some destruction at the Chicago Police Department.

She's still peeved about that.

But with her trying to find it, well…I've been wanting to take a knife and try shoving it down her throat.

Nah…too messy.

But when we got a phone call a couple of days ago, it changed everything.

Flashback

The phone was ringing and Alice was on her cell phone, calling everyone she knew.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hello, is a Miss Alice Cullen there?" A man with a voice full of authority, asked.

"Uh, yeah. Hold on," I walked up to the frantic pixie and mouthed the word phone to her. She said her goodbyes to whoever was on her cell phone and took the phone away from my hand.

"Hello, this is Alice speaking." She sounded so calm and well put to together, but she looked the opposite. Her mouth flew open to whatever the guy said.

"Really…" she asked in disbelief. I gave her a confused look but she didn't see me.

"You did?" Her mouth dropped open even farther.

"Of course! Though it'll take some time and discussions with a couple of people…" her knees were shaking. Was she having a panic attack? I began thinking of ways to calm her down when she suddenly closed the phone. Her knees gave out on her.

"Alice!" I kneeled down, trying to find something wrong. "What happened? Who was on the phone? Are you alright?"

She slowly turned her to me and was still for a moment. She seemed shock beyond words.

"Alice…" She tackled me with a hug. She brought us up and soon was bouncing both of us up and down.

"What the heck, Alice?" I pulled away from her embrace and she twirled around, clapping her hands in excitement.

"Oh Bella!" she squealed," I can't believe who just called!"

"Who?" I asked.

"My fashion idol that I worship every time I go shopping! He just called me telling me that Genee, the guy from the spa, sent him my fashion designs and he loved them!"

I was speechless.

"Really?" I managed to ask.

"Yes! I can't believe it either! He wants me to go to one of his top studios in New York so I can be his apprentice." In New York? Away from me? Away from out friendship that has grown over the years. I couldn't speak or move. Did she really want to move away from me? Was I really boring her that much.

She noticed my silence.

"Oh Bella," she grabbed my shoulders," you don't think that I'm leaving you, right?" I didn't answer, I just turned my head away.

"Oh, Bella!" she cried, gripping me in a tight embrace. "I love you! I would never leave you if I wanted to! Your practically my sister," her voice getting softer. "I care for you so much. Everyday I'll be worrying about you and I'll have to keep making visits just to be sure that your okay and breathing." My arms wound up around her tiny frame, returning her embrace.

"I just don't want to see you leave…" My voice broke at the end. I was on the verge of crying my heart out and Alice was too.

"I don't want to leave you either." I heard her hold back some sniffles.

Minutes later we started crying about the thought of leaving each other.

"I don't want you to go!" I cried out.

"I don't want to leave you!" she cried back.

We kept crying until we couldn't breath and our faces red. It soon calmed down to only an occasional sniffle or two.

"I just can't bear the thought of you leaving me for about a year." I confessed. She smiled weakly at me.

"You know, I just might call him back and tell him that I changed my mind. There are other opportunities and I can't just leave home…" she trailed off, knowing she was just lying to herself and me.

She knew this was a once in lifetime opportunity and I'll be damned if she doesn't go.

"Alice, you and me both know that this is your only shot for something extraordinary." Her head dropped in agreement. "So I'll be damned if you don't go on that plane to New York and make something out of yourself. You need this."

"But I can't just leave you here alone. We're best friends," her voice small.

I pulled her into a hug, holding her tight to my chest.

"We'll always be best friends and nothing will ever change that." I released her and looked at her gold-speckled, blue eyes. "A friend would let you go with only a goodbye and a hug, but a best friend…she would help you pack her bags and force you on the plane with a smile and tears down her face, knowing that what she was doing was right and it would be worth it in the end." That only made us cry more and hug each other all night. We fell asleep in each others embrace, holding on to each other like loving sisters would.

The next morning was calmer but it still had its tears. We talked about it and confessed out feelings about the whole thing.

The entire time just made our bond even stronger.

End Flashback

I sighed to myself as I unlocked the door to our-soon to be mine-apartment.

I really was upset that Alice had to go.

Alice was the only person that I could really connect with and not have to worry if she'll still take me for who I am seriously. She was practically my sister and we connected in ways that siblings would be envy of.

We were best friends.

I couldn't just let her go to New York but I knew that if I let her convince herself to stay, she'll only become depressed and be missing on an important opportunity for her fashion career. It would be selfish of me and I couldn't do that to Alice, even if I wasn't ready to let her go. I would put on a strong face and dry my tears and help Alice put everything she needed into her many suitcases. But I did slip every once in a while.

Hey, I'm only human.

She knew that her leaving hurt me as much as it hurt her, so even if she was off doing the final touches of her leaving, we would still get together every night and do something together, even if was just sitting with a bowl of popcorn between our legs and talking about serious things, like love, or even to the most random things, like why hot dogs got there name. We never came to an absolute conclusion about the hot dogs. But even though it was just simple things, it was nice being in each others presence and knowing that they were just as upset as you about her leaving to follow her dream.

Besides, she was so close already.

She already had the final touches made and she just needed to sign the apartment papers to her new "home" in New York City. She already had the airline tickets to go; nonrefundable tickets. They were cheaper that way and it was proof for me (and especially Alice) that she was really leaving for New York to pursue her lifelong dream.

It only made my heart heavier.

I set my keys down on the kitchen table, along with my bag.

"Alice?" I called out. Normally she would be on the couch on phone with somebody, making arrangements for New York. Now the house was completely empty.

"Alice?" I called out again. I knew that I was two hours late, being held up from work, but I called Alice so she wouldn't be worried that I was off dead somewhere.

Fashion Is The Art,

Designers Are The GodsModels Play The Part Of Angels In The DarkWhich One Of You Would Ever Dare To Go AgainstThat Beauty Is A Trade And Everyone Is Paid…

My phone was ringing Alice's cell phone ringer…I laughed. When I found it and listened to it, I knew it fit her perfectly and when she heard it, she squealed in agreement, always humming to it when she's doing chores.

Holsten, Gucci, Figla, RucciDon't Forget My PucciFendi And ArmaniGod, I Miss GianniKenneth Cole, Michael KorrsMr. Ford I Can't AffordD&G And BcbgLooking Good Is Never EasyAlexander PerkovichNaomi Campbell Such A BitchI Wanna Be Delgadato Fit Into My Prada…

I listened to the ringer, trying to trace my phone only to find it underneath the table. While trying to get the phone, I banged my head….Ouch.

Fasihonista, How do you loo-

"Hey Alice. Sorry about the wait." I apologized. I heard deep breathing and sniffling on the other end.

"Alice, what's wrong?" I asked, alarmed.

"Bella…He….I…" I heard her trying to struggle out words only to choke a sob. I grabbed my keys and jacket, ready to come to get her from any trouble.

"Alice, where are you?" I demanded. I heard her trying to calm down, trying to speak clearly.

"At the hospital," she managed to answer. I heard her gulp some air. I froze.

"What happened?" I asked, terrified. Oh my god, if something happened to her…

She could be hurt.

"Bella…he…." He? Who's He?

"Who Alice? What going on?" I asked more forcefully.

"My brother's at the hospital, Bella," she choked, trying to hold back tears.

Oh my god. Alice…

"He's…critical….condition…might…" I heard her gulp some more air.

"He might what?"

"He might not make it."

End of Chapter Seven.

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What's going on?

Mwahahahahaha! I was dying to give you a major cliffy and the amazing stuff is coming up really soon!

Sorry about the long wait guys. I've been really sick and I've had some personal stuff going on that's just…grrr…I'll try to update more often now. Things are done and over with and since you had to wait for a couple of weeks, I wanted this chapter to be longer than the rest! WooHoo! Success! 12 pages! I was going for twenty but I was running out of time and I really wanted to load chapter 7 up.

It took me hours to find a ring tone for Alice that was funny yet totally fit her.

The song is "Fashionista" by Jimmy James. I laughed when I heard it and I had to add it. Sorry if it annoyed you in any way. Also, I have no idea what any of the names are so if they have bad fashion taste, don't complain to me. It was funny and I liked it because it was upbeat and had fashion names.

See you later and Please review!!!!

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Joey