This shitty feeling every time I'm inside this stupid white room., every time I'm here I feel like I'm going to be interrogated by some FBIs. That mirror, it's a two way, what's inside that mirror? Is there someone watching me? Maybe God's there. Maybe I could talk to him, extend my life. What am I thinking? God? Watching me? Whatever, Bianca. I'm bored. Bored as fuck! "Calestine, I know you're in here!" & he appears. "What do you want, Bianca?" He ask. I want life, idiot. Read my mind. "You know what I want. I'm bored; do you have any good films? The Breakfast Club? Saint Elmo's fire? Pretty In Pink?" Calestine disappears.
This sucks, watching on a mirror. Really, wth? But, The Breakfast club & Pretty in Pink are such an amazing film. Why does Molly Ringwald always get the good guy? Judd Nelson? Emilio Estevez? Geez, those dudes are to die for! Okay. Move on, B. Next movie, St. Elmo's fire.
I'm on my way to the climax of the movie when it stops. "Calestine, the film stopped!" Weird. Calestine usually appears right after I call his name. "Hey, Calestine!" I shout. I hear a sound coming from the mirror. I stand up & walk towards the mirror. I knock. "Is anyone there?" I hear a voice, the voice seem familiar. I know that voice. That's my voice. Without hesitating & thinking, I kick the mirror & it breaks. I walk inside, a room full of mirror, this time it isn't my reflection that I am seeing but it's me from every moment of life. What is this place? I walk more & more & more & everywhere I walk I see nothing but me in different events. Calestine appears. "Bianca." This is like a surveillance room that watches every move I make. "What is this place?!" I am so mad. I hold my fist as tight as I can. "What the fuck is this place?!" I scream. "This is your archive."
"What the fuck is this place? Archive?"
"Your life is according to plan, Bianca." Plan? What is he saying? "What plan? I don't speak language of Angels."
"Everything you do & every make you move it's a plan. A plan that we made."
"You planned my death?"
"Yes, Bianca. Everything." Calestine touches my shoulder but I shove it away. What is this? A joke. They can't, God, why? "Get away from me!' He tries to touch me again. Fuck him! Just fuck this angel! "Stay away from me! Please, Calestine. I don't want to hurt you."
