The Devil's doll

Chapter 12

Cecilia

We made Alessia’s room into a whole mess trying to find the perfect outfit. Her plan was to get there exactly 12 o'clock at night so I could be officially the appropriate age to go into the club.
While Alessia was sitting down on top of the bathroom counter doing her make up, while I showed her some outfit I had in mind to wear.
She didnt like none of them.

"Amore you are going on a club... not for lunch with your brother!" That was actually funny and didnt laughed.

"What wearing wide leg jeans with heels and a crop top its not okay?" She only gave me an annoying glare and got up to go in her room.

She pulled out a short glittery black dress with thin straps and tossed to me. It was really pretty. At first I wanted to hesitate but Im making an exception since its my birthday.

Alessia already did my hair and make up only the outfit was the problem. God didnt blessed me with a sister, he blessed me with her. She the sister that I need it. I went to put it on...I had no words to explain how beautiful looks on me and it hugged my figure. She left the bathroom to get her dress and stood there stunted.

"Oh! Amore you look gorgeous in this dress." I smile at her comment." Wait let me get my other silver dress so we can match."

After she wear her dress, she looked more beautiful then I did. I have loved how gorgeous and perfect she looks. With blonde hair, blue eyes and an amazing hourglass body. Who wounded fall for her.

"Stop staring and get moving the night is waiting for us."she said grabbing her phone and keys.
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By the time we enter the club we had to waited 4 minute untill it hit midnight. It was 12 o'clock. 30th of July. Alessia grabed my hand dragging me to the bar. Of course she was regular client here and the drinks were on the house. I was on my second shot while she had five shots down one by one. How are we going to get back home if she got drunk. I haven't got my license yet!

"Feel more free its your 21st birthday. Come on!" She once again dragged me to the dance floor.

"You know what? Fuck it!"

She keept on teasing me so I could dance a little not to stand like a statue. Im not going to lie i really was having a great time and sway out hips untill we were tired.

Two hours later it become boring. I was standing on the bar alone because Alessia found a guy to chat with and they were standing far from the bar. I didnt want to interrupt them. I was looking away seeing the club around. It looked more like a striper club. There was some pole dancers that were enjoying the night more than me. To be honest I dont want to go out to a club ever again. I could barely register what was happening. My eyes were trying to stay open. I order a red bull maybe could helped me little.

"I see you're not from here... Maybe you're a tourist." His voice sounded distant, almost muffled, like he was speaking through water. I tried to focus, tried to ground myself, but everything was slipping away. My fingers gripped the edge of the table to steady myself, but my body felt disconnected, uncooperative.

My mind swirled in confusion, the distant bass of the music throbbing against my temples. The lights in the club were dim, flashing intermittently across the space, but they only made my vision worse. Every pulse of light sent a jolt through my brain, intensifying the pounding in my head. I had come out tonight, hoping to escape reality for just a while, to celebrate despite my reluctance. Alessia had insisted, saying it would be fun, but this was far from the carefree night I had envisioned.

"Please don't talk to me." My voice came out weak, barely audible above the noise.

"Come on, I’m trying to be nice and this is what I get?" I could hear the irritation creeping into his tone, and then his hand reached out, brushing against my shoulder, attempting to pull me in closer.

That touch—it jolted something in me. A deep-seated fear. I jerked back, but my legs felt like jelly, my head spinning uncontrollably. Panic bubbled up inside me, rising like a tide I couldn't hold back. My breath came in shallow gasps as I stumbled to my feet, trying to get away from him. But my body was betraying me every step felt like I was sinking into quicksand, my legs too heavy to lift, my balance slipping. The walls of the club seemed to close in, the pulsating lights now disorienting flashes that only made my dizziness worse.

I needed to find Alessia. I needed to get out of here. I pressed one hand against the wall, using it to keep guide myself . My vision blurred further, the faces around me becoming nothing more than smeared shapes of color and shadow. The sounds of laughter and conversation warped into an indecipherable hum, drowned out by the constant thumping of the music. My breathing was growing more labored, my chest tightening with each passing second.

I knew something was terribly wrong. My instincts screamed at me, but my body refused to listen. Did I get drugged? The thought slammed into my mind, terrifying and surreal. I hadn't left my drink unattended. I had only ordered a Red Bull. But maybe… maybe someone had slipped something in without me realizing.

My hand slid down the wall as my strength continued walking away. My legs buckled beneath me, and I barely caught myself before collapsing. I tried to take another step, but it was futile. My body was shutting down, my muscles refusing to respond, as if they belonged to someone else.

Desperation clawed at me. I couldn’t collapse here not in the middle of this crowded club with strangers everywhere, not while I was vulnerable. I needed to stay awake, to stay conscious, but the black edges of my vision were creeping closer, narrowing my world into a suffocating tunnel.

My surroundings felt so far away, and yet the panic was so real. My knees finally gave way, and I felt the cold, hard floor coming up to meet me.

But before I could hit the ground, strong arms wrapped around me, catching me mid-fall. The sensation of being held was jarring it cut through the haze just enough to register that someone had caught me. I blinked, trying to make out who it was, but their face was just a blur in the dim light.

“Hey, I got you,” a deep voice said, steady and calm. I couldn’t tell if I recognized it or not. I wanted to respond, to say something, but my mouth wouldn’t work. The heaviness in my eyelids was winning, dragging me down despite my efforts to stay awake.

The person’s arms tightened around me as they lifted me up, cradling my limp body against theirs. I tried to resist, tried to stay alert, but my mind was slipping further and further into the dark.

As consciousness faded, one last thought floated through the fog of my mind. Before I knew it I passed out.