Prick

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“PRICK”

Kim Yurim had broken up with her first boyfriend ever after he cheated on her a numerous amounts of times. She has major self-esteem issues, so this first breakup of hers wasn't exactly easy. She'd hide herself inside all day, afraid to come outside for someone else to totally screw up her day. That is, until one day, one very special day, a package arrives and changes Yurim's life forever.

Foreword

"What's this?" I whispered to myself quietly as I took out a small little note.

"To: Miss Kim Yurim

You have just recieved a very special doll today. It is one we call a voodoo doll. We are so very sorry to hear about your breakup. So, please, do take this as a gift. In order for the doll to work, you must follow through with the following directions. Good luck!

Directions:

1) Make sure you're in the room alone.

2) Take the doll out and read the name tag out loud.

3) Repeat, "Everything will come true." Three times.

4) Last but not least, prick your finger for a droplet of blood and let it fall onto your doll."

Honestly, I didn't know what was going to through my mind at the time to make me do something so crazy, but maybe I was just desperate after my breakup with whats-his-face. Before I knew it, my hands acted on their own grabbing for the doll, reading the name tag out loud, "Hongbin." I went to the next step deciding that there was no point in stopping at that point, so I chanted, "Everything will come true," three times like it said, whatever the heck that was supposed to mean.

"Last, but not least, prick your finger for a droplet of blood and let it fall onto your doll."

I thought for a second and looked around for something to prick my thumb with. I opened one of my drawers and took out one of the small sewing pins I had stored for clothing emergencies. I took a deep breath as I brought the sharp point of the pin close to my thumb. I made my mind go blank and just pricked my finger as fast as I could. I yelped looked down to see crimson red blood oozing out and held my thumb above the doll waiting for the one tiny little drop of blood fall. As it fell at last, I closed my eyes and waited for something super duper amazingly epic to happen, but nothing came except for the sounds of the urban city life outside my window. Well, at least I thought nothing had happened.

AUTHOR'S CORNER

Hi there. I think it's pretty obvious that this was inspired by VIXX's Voodoo Doll. I know the layout and name for the story looks really dark and horror-ish like most of my other stories, but don't be fooled. I'm almost positive this whole story is not angst or horror haha... but I guess you can say it does have some horror elements to it. Subscribe, upvote, and comment! <3

do not plagerize. all similarities are mere coincedence.