Diary of Ivory Black

Chapter 9: Camilla Vorpex

    A sudden succession of shrill rings cut the silence. Mei’s father jumped up from the couch startled. Peering toward the phone, he hastily picked it up.

    “Hello?” He says to the caller.

    He would usually say something along the lines of, “Hello! This is the White’s residence. I am Joseph White, may I help you?”. But as of now, he didn’t remember any of that. To be honest, he can’t even seem to remember his last name once he picked up the phone.

    “Hello? Mr. White?” A voice rang from the other side of the call. It was a female voice, it sounded as if it was coming from a teenager. It seemed familiar.

    “Who is this?” He asked intently.

    “It’s Violet sir, Violet Miller.” The voice answered it’s tone becoming rather irritated for a brief second. But he has used to this already.

    “Who?” He asked once again, as he can’t seem to jog his memory.

    “I’m Mei’s friend.” The voice answered once more.

    Ah,” He said in a moment of realization, as the memories came flooding back in.

    “Hey Violet, how’s it going? How’s the family?” He spoke in a cheerful tone. Anyone Mei likes, he likes.

    “They’re fine Mr. White,” Violet grunted in annoyance. Joseph could only wince from the other side of the call. He hates it when he comes across as annoying.

    “So anyway,” He spoke again, “Why are you calling to our house phone?”

    “Oh yeah,” Violet chirped. “Mei hasn’t picked up my calls for a whole week, so I thought that I’d try calling here,” She explained.

    “Ah well, she’s with Olive in her room right now.” He answered.

    “She’s where with who now?” Violet blurted, somewhat surprised. Though, he couldn’t possibly know why.

    “I said-” He was about to repeat himself, before Violet cut him off.

    “I heard you the first time Mr. White,” She groaned. Did she do something wrong? “Just...I’ll call you back.” Violet quickly said, she then proceeded to hang up.

    He set the phone down, then sighed. He then heard a noise from inside of Mei’s room. It was the sound of a phone.

    “Well,” Joseph sighed, “Another day, another book.”

    He headed to his study room, grabbed a random book, then started reading. Page one.

    “Hello?” Mei spoke on her phone. She took a brief second to glance at the caller id.

    “Violet?” Mei spoke once more, the name seems to peak Olive’s interest as it prompted her to sit closer next to Mei to listen to the upcoming conversation.

    “Mei? Oh thank the stars, you’re okay.” Violet sighed in relief.

    “Yeah, sorry I haven’t answered your calls,” Mei said apologetically.

    “Don’t worry about its,” Violet assured. “By the way, is Olive there?” She asked, her tone changing from worried too...Something else. Anger? Frustration? Impatience? Whatever it was, Mei couldn’t tell.

    “Yeah, she’s here,” Mei replied, “Why?”

    “Can I talk to her?” Violet ask her tone somewhat demanding rather than asking for asking for permission.

    “Yeah sure,” Mei answered as she hands over her phone to Olive.

    “Why are you with Mei?” Violet asked, sparing the pleasantries.

    “Sorry, couldn’t help myself,” Olive replied with a shrug.

    “Yeah well, call me again once you’re home,” Violet said.

    “Okay, but why would I do tha-” Her words were cut off before they could reach Violet’s ears, as Violet had abruptly ended the call.

    Olive sighed, then looked back at Mei. Her face worried.

    “It was nothing,” Olive said dismissively, prompting Mei to ease herself for a bit.

    But to be honest, was it nothing? Olive was Violet’s most valued and trustworthy friend and vice versa. They understand each other and their struggles better than anyone else, even their own parents. And of course, that factor had abled them to almost always understand what the other had meant. As if there was a secret language between them, and only them.

    But this? Even Olive doesn’t know what Violet’s up to. Was there something wrong with her visiting Mei? Was she that upset with her breaking the promise? Maybe, but there seemed too far fetched. Violet was not the one to complain or be upset about these types of things. So, what was it?

    Well, that’s a problem for when she arrives back at her house.

    “Camilla, come downstairs,” Her mother shouted, “Your package just arrived today!”

    “Coming, mom!” The blonde female shouted back in a cheerful tone.

    Soon, a blonde haired teenager rushed downstairs and dashed into the front door. And sure enough, once the blonde had opened it, a brown cardboard box was waiting on the other side. She smiled wickedly as she picked up her delivery and rushed back upstairs, and into her room.

    Her room was...A nightmare.

    Everything was blue, sky blue. From the walls, study desk, to the closet and the abundance of clothes stuffed inside it. There were quite a few porcelain dolls strewn around the room, one would assume she was a collector. There were also a lot of mirrors everywhere, especially on the walls. Yet, there were no photos of any kind. Except for small framed picture of her and an old friend.

    Camilla smiled to herself as she greeted the familiar scenery. She then joyfully jumped onto her bed and opened her delivery. Not even bothering to grab a cutter or something of the sort.

    Inside the box, makeup products. Foundation, blush, bronzer, eye-shadow, eyeliner, lipstick...The list goes on. She gleefully grabbed the nearest mirror and started putting the beauty products on her face, adding to the make up she’s wearing previously. Once she’s done, she went up to a larger mirror, one that’s able to give her a view of her entire body.

    She looked at herself from head to toe. From her clear polished toes to her slim legs, up to her thighs and the soft white dress she was wearing, and finally to her fair and beautiful face.

    She adjusted her white dress, its color matching her smooth skin. And ran her hands through her blonde hair, styling it to her liking. She then bent down to feel her legs, it was smooth and completely hairless just like she’d wanted. She was almost happy until she looked at her face. Her skin tone. Her hair color. Her eyes.

    “No,” She said out loud, her voice echoing through her bedroom. “Still not like her.”

    She should probably dye her hair black, and maybe wear a pair of glasses. And then? What happens after that? What else is missing? Well, never mind that. As of now, time to order some brown contact lenses.

    “Camilla!” A voice shouted from downstairs. As usual, it was her mother.

    “What is it, mom?” She shouted back in the sweetest tone a teenager could make. Though, her face was quite the opposite of the tone of her voice.

    “There’s a mail for you!”

    “Just a second!” She shouted back. “Stupid white bitch.” She grunted as she rushed to the front door once more. Though the irony in that sentence was very apparent, considering she herself is indeed, a stupid white b***h.

    A mail? She didn’t remember ordering that. And who would send her such horrendous thing anyway? Nevertheless, she ran back downstairs and back into the front door. Sure enough, a piece of the letter was waiting for her at the doorstep.

    She hastily picked it up. Upon first inspection, looks like it had been lost in the mail for a few weeks. She scoffed and proceeded to look at the return address. There’s no way she’d forget the address written on the letter. Ivory. She chuckled for a few seconds. “Why would you sent me a letter Ivy?” She thought to herself, “And why now?”

    Nevertheless, no time to think of that now. Besides, she was far too curious to know what Ivory had to say to her after all these years of...Whatever relationship they’re currently cursed in.

    And to whatever being was watching from above, Camilla prays that Ivory would say sorry.

    But then she noticed something. Something she wished she hadn’t noticed before. This was not Ivory’s writing. Her smile quickly turned into a frown and practically ripped the letter opened. Inside the white envelope, a sheet of beige paper. She pulled the paper out and read its content quietly to herself.

    Dear Camilla Vorpex,

    As you may or may not know, Ivory had recently passed away due to a car accident on June 16, 2017.

    We as her family invite you and respective family to come to her funeral as one of her close acquaintances. The funeral will be held at the St. Maria Church at June 30th, 2017,  02:00-03.30 pm

    It would be much appreciated if you would spare a little of your time to bid her goodbye.

    With grievance,

    Anna M. Black.

    The blue eyed girl chuckled, then the chuckle turned into hearty laughter, and then it turned into a laughter of a maniac. Her fair and beautiful face had twisted into an unrecognizable human being. Her wicked smile kept spreading wider and wider across her face. It was absolutely nightmarish, to say the least.

    Her fair and beautiful face was stretched so wide by her smile, one would think she’s the devil. She moved her pale hands to touch her face, tracing over the corners of her lips with each hand.

    And in the midst of her insanity, all she could say is:

    “You traitor.”

    It was night time in the Vorpex residence, midnight to be exact. Everyone was already sound asleep. Well, everyone except Camilla. She decided that she’d stay up all night (again) ordering the next couple of things she needs for her look.

    Brown contact lenses, darker foundation, black hair dye...

    By the time she’s finished ordering the most perfected selection of the things she needs, it was already midnight. But she was already used to this, staying up all night looking at beauty products.

    But this time she wonders, why is she still doing this?

    “She’s dead, for God’s sake!” She screams inside her head, cursing at herself. But then she realizes her purpose of doing this in the first place, and the doubt soon disappeared.

    “Now, what else do I need?” She asked herself. To which she answers, “Lip gloss. Soft, nude lip gloss.”

    She hastily searched and ordered the product she needs, making sure it’s the perfect shade lip gloss she needs. Night time continues.

    Her laptop was the only light source left on in the house. It’s light spreading through the room, glimmering through the eyes of the porcelain dolls and reflecting on the nearby mirrors and glass. Camilla’s eyes glimmered in the midnight scenery, giving the whole place a macabre look. The dolls looked alive as if it was watching Camilla and judging her for every action she makes. The reflection on the mirrors portrays Camilla like the psycho that she is, capturing every glimpse of her movement. And as of now, the world was silenced.

    Until a very loud sound of the “I’m a Barbie Girl” ringtone echoed in the room. Needless to say, it was very annoying. Though, Camilla shouldn’t be the one to complain, as she was the one who chose that ringtone. She’ll have to make a mental note to change that ringtone soon.

    Nevertheless, Camilla picked up her phone and answered the call anyway. Despite after catching the glimpse of the phone number, which is not saved on her phone.

    “Hello?” Camilla said as she kept scrolling through some beauty catalogs.

    “Look, I’m quite the busy person,” Camilla said dismissively. “Who are you again?” She asked, clearly annoyed.

    “Ah, yes, by telling your name I will magically recall who you are despite the fact that I meet a lot of new faces every day,” She answered with a smile across her face, which quickly turned into a frown. “Yeah, I have no idea who you are.”

    Camilla’s frown twisted back into a smile the second the caller had said. This person might be the golden ticket for her! If she plays her cards right that is.

    “Ah yes, I recognize you now.” Camilla voiced, her wicked smile spreading wider through her fair face.

    “So, what do you need?” Camilla asked the caller, her eyes glimmering menacingly through the night. As the caller explained the situation that they’re in, in such detail nonetheless. This was just perfect!

    Camilla listened intently as the voice on the phone explain the situation they’re in and the help they expect her to be. Every detail of information was very much valuable to her, so she must not let any of it slide past her.

    And after the voice was done talking, Camilla could finally connect the dots to a bigger picture. A picture she never bothered to see before.

    Now, tomorrow might be a good time to discuss this matter, as her parents will be going away for business matters. So she could do whatever she wants to this new victim of hers. Whatever. She. Wants.

    “Ah, I see,” She said with a smile, “I think can help you with that.”