Cocos proposal

The voodoo Doll

Coco sat alone in her room, staring at the voodoo doll of Edd that she had made. She had been feeling angry and frustrated lately, and she didn't know how to deal with her emotions. Making the voodoo doll had been a way for her to take control, to feel like she had power over something.

But now that she had the doll, she didn't know what to do with it. She didn't want to hurt Edd, not really, but she also couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction when she pricked the doll with a pin.

As she sat there, lost in thought, Catherine burst into the room.

"Coco, have you seen my phone? I can't find it anywhere."

Coco quickly hid the voodoo doll under her pillow, hoping that Catherine hadn't seen it.

"No, sorry, I haven't seen it," she said, trying to act casual.

Catherine gave her a suspicious look but didn't say anything else.

After Catherine left, Coco pulled out the voodoo doll again. She felt like she was going crazy, but at the same time, she couldn't stop herself from playing with it.

She pricked the doll's arm with a pin, imagining that it was Edd's arm. But then she felt a strange sensation in her own arm, like someone had pricked her with a pin.

Coco shook her head, thinking that she was imagining things. But then she pricked the doll's leg, and she felt a sharp pain in her own leg.

Panic set in as Coco realized that the voodoo doll was somehow connected to her own body. She tried to throw the doll away, but it seemed to be stuck to her hand.

Just then, Laurel walked into the room.

"What's going on?" she asked, noticing the look of terror on Coco's face.

Coco tried to explain, but her words came out jumbled and incoherent.

Laurel took the voodoo doll from her hand and examined it closely.

"This is bad," she said. "This isn't just any voodoo doll. It's a cursed voodoo doll. Whoever made this wanted to do serious harm."

Laurel took the voodoo doll from Coco's hand and examined it closely. The doll was crudely made, with button eyes and a sewn-on mouth. Laurel could feel the energy radiating from it, the anger and frustration that Coco had poured into it.

"What were you thinking, Coco?" Laurel asked, her voice soft. "You can't just go around making voodoo dolls of people. It's dangerous."

Coco looked down at her feet, her hands clasped together in front of her. "I know," she said quietly. "I just...I couldn't help it. Edd was being so difficult, and I didn't know what else to do."

"That's not an excuse," Laurel said firmly. "You need to get rid of this doll, right now. It's not safe for anyone."

Coco hesitated, then reluctantly handed the doll over to Laurel. "Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll get rid of it."

Just as Laurel was about to leave the room, there was a knock at the door. Matt and Tom stood on the other side, looking worried.

"Guys, it's Edd," Matt said, his voice urgent. "He needs to go to the hospital, but our car broke down. Can you give us a ride?"

Laurel and Coco exchanged a glance, then nodded. They quickly gathered their things and headed out the door, with Edd slumped between Matt and Tom.

As they drove to the hospital, Edd moaned in pain, clutching his chest. Laurel and Coco exchanged worried glances, wondering what could be causing his sudden illness.