"Mika..." It called out to me. "Mika..." IT called in a spooky voice. "You have 24 hours till his death. tie up the loose ends to his soul. Your eyes tell all."
I jolted up from my cot as I awoke. "he? who is he?" I asked looking around.
There was no answer just still silence.
"Was I dream?" I asked myself.
I covered my mouth in a bit of small worry. who was he? who was talking to me?
I got up from my cot and looked out my window and whispered to myself with a sigh of relief. "It's just a dream."
It was dark outside. My favorite time of the day. I turned away from the window and looked up at my voodoo doll.
"Your coming with me." I said to him.
I took him down from my ceiling fan and then walked outside. No one seemed to be outside besides me. I walked to the high cliff near my house like I always did and looked below it.
"Well it seems you live near Mika." came a voice that sounded familar.
Suprised I turned toward the voices direction. It was the boy Mura who sat by me on the bus.
"Why do you tend on following me Mura?" I asked.
"Because your interesting Mika." he replied and then added. "And we're friends. remember?"
I grew silent and then whispered. "...Yeah I guess..."
He sat next to me and starred down the cliff.
"Is this all you do?" he asked still looking below the cliff.
"yes, yes I do." I replied.
He smiled and said. "You are a bit strange Mika."
"I get that alot."
"Ignore them. your unique in a certain way."
"How?"
"You should know that answer Mika."
I kept quite and thought how was I unique. Is it that I'm quite and belive in voodoo? Is it I have no friends? Or is it that I am pretty much considered the devils daughter?
"What's that?" he asked me.
"What's what?" I asked him back.
"That." he said pointing at my voodoo doll.
"This is a voodoo doll." I replied.
He blinked a couple of times and said. "Really?"
"Yeah I don't use it though."
"I see." he said and then switching the subject he said. "Well I should be going home. It's getting dark."
He got up and left. Did I scare him off? maybe so...
Then a voice in my head came to me and whispered. "18 hours."
I felt a tingling feeling up my spine.
"What does this mean?" I whispered to myself.
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