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13. you sold your soul

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you sold your soul

I hate seeing other couples so happy. It's totally not even fair. All they do is hug and kiss each other in public, and right in front of my face like i'm not there. Maybe i'm the problem? I doubt it. Actually, maybe though. I went out there once, got played for a whole 6 months. My friends just said it wasn't the right time, my mom tried to teach me a lesson, and my brother laughed at me. What a wonderful life.

I slid the glass across the Ouija board. I heard you could contact the devil from some friends a few years ago. They tried it without me and never been the same since. They also got so famous. The oldest one died when she was 21. It was very sad. I was too scared to play the board with them then, but here I am.

So I managed to contact Satan. We've been playing this game for 30 minutes, just me asking simple questions, all leading up to what I really wanted.

"So Mr.Satan, or Ms. Let's say if I sold my soul to you, would you hand me a better lifestyle and a girlfriend?" I waited a few seconds, readjusting myself until the thing started moving.

"Y...e...s. Yes?" I said cheerfully to myself. Maybe this is a bad idea, but fuck it. "How though?" I asked again.

"A S L I C E O F B L O O D O N G L A S S." Is what it spelled out next. A slice of blood. Like cut myself? I nodded and disconnected my hand from the glass.

I walked out of the living room too my kitchen and grabbed a knife. I walked back over to the board and slit a small part of my fingertip. I let the small drop of blood linger until it fell on the piece of glass.

Suddenly the glass started to spin and the room shook. My heart began to race as the world around me seemed to flash red and my body was being lifted up, then back down. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as it seemed I blacked out for a minute.

Then it was over.

My eyes rolled back down as a blurry figure was in front of me. I blinked a few times before jumping back. The more my
vision came back, the more clear the figure came.

It was wearing all white with faded blue hair. White eyes and white socks. She was pretty though, really fucking pretty. No facial expression. She just sat in front of me.

"A-Are you real?" I asked cuddling up into the front of my couch. "Duh. I'm right in front of you dude." She simply said. Her voice was bold yet quiet.

I stared at the knife on the floor, then her. I quickly reached and grabbed it as she held her arms up in defense.

"Woah! Hold up mamas. Put it down." She coo'd. I began to get up as she followed my movements, us circling around the room.

"I'm not gonna hurt you damn." She said with a small laugh. I shook my head as my whole body was shaking.

"Put it down baby." She whispered moving a little bit closer. She kept repeating some cute things to me and small jokes till I lowered the knife and dropped it.

By this time she had me in her arms as I cried. "What did I do?" I sobbed into her shoulder as her grip tightened.

"You sold your soul."

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i have so many drafts with good ideas. my writing skills just suck. also this was rushed!!