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Voodoo Doll

»Ashlee«

"I don't know how you kept me up all night."

The dark phantom of a car drove hurriedly from street to street. It was running from something, or rather someone. It contained three silent teenagers, the two boys had wide grins on their faces. This was due to just being chased out of a bed store by a crazed lady with a large temper and even larger cricket bat.

The girl leant against the back window with a tired expression. I watched the night go by outside our speeding car. The streetlights provided temporary bursts of vison in the darkness. Michael and Luke were still pumped up with adrenalin from the escape of the demon. Bright red neon lights lit up the road ahead of us. It looked like an unnatural glow of fire against the tarmac we glided over.

A building complex loomed over our car. I blinked absent-mindedly at the run down place, wondering why we were there. The thought of Luke murdering both me and Michael and dumping our bodies into the neon lit pool amused my mind. I looked up to try and see where we were; the bright lights overwhelmed my eyes, it was blinding. By squinting I found out it was a hotel complex.

So that's what all the lights were for. If people stumbled into this old hotel blinded by the luminous lights they'd be more than willing to pay for a room in the shabby place. They'd be unable to see how terrible it looked underneath the lights and would pay the $200.

The lady at the front desk looked as old as the place itself. She glared at Luke and Michael as if they were scum of the earth. I wasn't surprised that when she gave Luke the key to the room he grabbed Michael and high-tailed it out of reception. I sent her a small smile at their absence and went to move away myself. Her hand clasped onto my arm, causing me to be drawn back to her. I looked to my wrist; a few of Michael's bracelets had been caught in her weathered fingers. There were eight bracelets exactly.

I remember what each one stood for, why he'd given me them. The first was when we both wimped out of getting tattoos after forging our parents signatures. It was strange to think that was almost two years ago. The second one was for when he'd found me in a depression on the bathroom floor. That was the day I saw Aaron with someone else. It brought a foul taste to my mouth at the memory but it reminded me how Michael had always been there for me.

The woman's grainy voice cut me off from reminiscing about the other bracelets. "Those two boys you're here with.." She gazed past me with her dulled emerald eyes; almost expecting them to come back. "They aren't forcing you into anything are they?"

I could feel my heart hammering against my ribcage. I felt nervous, like an innocent person walking through customs trying not to look suspicious. Although nothing had happened, her accusation alone made me fearful. I could see the worry written on the unfamiliar face of her's. She was a stranger to me but behind her eyes there was something there, as if she'd seen something like her words happen before.

I moved away from her, my arm dropped out of her grip as it wasn't that tight to begin with. "No," my voice was shaky and unsure, although I was certain of them not being that way. "They're my friends."

The lady raised a grey eyebrow at me. Her posture spoke with wisdom, or maybe her weathered look gave me the impression that she knew a lot more about life than me. "Are you certain they are your friends?" Her question made me realize I hadn't assured her with my response.

I wasn't so certain what Luke and Mikey were to me. I blinked at the floor as I thought. Luke's face appeared in my head, his vibrant blue eyes blinked down at me as a dimpled smirk appeared on his chiseled face. It suddenly morphed into a dark frown as shadows were cast upon his features. His fine eyebrows furrowed together as he now glared at me.