The Witch's Doll ⚢

Chapter 1

A/N

Hello everyone. I know I have like two or three pending projects, but this story nagged me so bad that it won't leave me until I start writing it xD Please let me know what you think of it if you can spare a moment! Read at your discretion. It contains strong language, minor character deaths, sexual acts, and aaaaaangst all the way! Alright, on we go.

Her heartbeat became palpable. With her senses heightening and hairs all over her standing, making her a bit scared of what's going to happen next. Figuring that it would be best not to stay in a closed space, she shoved the doll inside her bag once more, hid the needle back inside her pen, and stormed out of the stall of the girl's lavatory, leaving any baffled girls on the way.

It has come to her attention that the baffled people on the corridor were not the cause of her stampede but because of certain chaos out in the school's storage gym.

In the commotion, she grabbed whoever was within her reach. "You, what happened?" The girl cowered. Her big glasses stood out, she has red curly hairs that she kept short, barely reaching her chin. She might not reach the beauty standards of boys, but she's pretty with that look of a girl who spends her time nose buried in books. "S-someone died out there."

"Who?"

Four eyes cringed and went pale, so she decided to leave her and dashed headfirst towards the commotion. She reached the courtyard near the benches. Sensitive people were backing away. Various whispers threatened to overwhelm everyone surrounding the area.

"Is it the work of school shootings?" a girl of average height who was wearing a red hairband in her dark coal hair asked a French girl who stood next to her.

"This isn't a work of a gun, Abigail!" the girl replied.

"It's a crime of passion then?" Abigail asked.

"There could be a serial killer roaming the school grounds." A blond-haired guy provided.

She wove her way through spaces in the crowd; her eyes graced the presence of a dead boy. A dead Zac Kinsley—with three stabs each in the head, the stomach, and the heart.

At the sight of him, a menacing smile crept up to her face, but she quickly changed her facial expression into a startle. She saw Evonnie, bent onto her knees, a meter away from him. She somewhat had a bottle of water she's been gripping onto as tears fell to her cheeks, frozen from terror.

"Make way! Make way!" Imani, the president of the Newspaper club, arrived with an audio recorder. Her club mates were beside her. Someone brought a camera while the other brought a pen and notebook. "This is it. Today marks history and a revival of the Newspaper club!"

Somebody just died and that the Newspaper Club's priorities are sorted that way. Probably Zac's death was something students are unaffected about.

"The headmistress's here!" Someone shouted and cleared the way when the authoritative old lady and a group of professors arrived to do their investigation, probably preparing everyone for a lockdown while they wait for the ambulance and police to arrive.

Evonnie caught a glimpse of her and ran to her like a cowering child. "Alessa! A-Alessa, s-someone killed him. I was with him a couple of minutes ago and he ordered me to get him some water, I came back to this!"

The girl was a mess of faucet tears, even her ponytail that held most of her bangs were unraveled.

Alessandra didn't mind the mess she's doing to her uniform for she completely understood her shock. She might not like Zac very much for he liked to bully her around—but Evonnie was an angel.