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I try to follow the sound of Michelle’s voice, but this void feels too vast now. Maybe if I take a few deep breaths and calm down, I’ll be able to find her. I was able to just follow the sounds of voices before.

I stop and stand still, looking up at the sky. Well, I don’t know if it is a sky. Everything in Hell is pitch black. There are no walls and the floor and sky are not definite. It’s cold here. So terribly cold. I’m only in my nightgown and it doesn’t keep me very warm.

Dad told me to just look up at the sky or the ceiling and stare at it for a while if I was anxious. He wouldn’t tell me to look at the sun, of course. He just wanted me to take a moment for myself.

I don’t just hear Michelle’s voice, though. All these different voices that belong to different people trapped in Hell have become so loud, so overwhelming, that it’s hard for me to even think. Joseph and Isaiah are still looking for Michelle and I want to look for her too, but how can I when I can’t hear anything? It hasn’t been this loud since-

Since me and Leslie had that fight. We were both eleven years old. I let Leslie borrow some of my stuff with the idea that I’d get it back later. She gave me back most of it, except that one time, she wasn’t giving back this rag doll that my Mom gave me, the last thing that she gave me before she left.

I didn’t know why Leslie needed the doll, but I let her have it anyway, because she’s my friend, so why wouldn’t I let her have it? Three whole weeks had passed and she still didn’t give it back, so I pulled her into my room and yelled:

“Why aren’t you giving my doll back to me?! What do you need a doll for? You know how much it means to me, so why aren’t you giving it back? I-“

“Why do you care? It’s just a doll!”

“It’s not just a doll and you know that. I told you about it and you’re not giving it back. Are you trying to make me mad?! Are you doing this on purpose?! Leslie, you know I don’t like it when you don’t tell me anything. What’s going on?”

Leslie had rolled her eyes at me and asked me why I would care, which hurt my feelings, because she never said any of that to me. I started crying a little from the back and forth between us and the crying got a little louder until it became near shouting and then-

“I got rid of it, okay?! Your Mom is never coming back! It’s an old doll and-“

“What?! How?! Where did you put it?!”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s not in this house anymore. It’s not anywhere. You had it for a long time. It’s not good to hold onto things. Like I said, it’s old-“

“My MOM gave me that doll! That was MINE and you…you…I can’t believe this. Get out.”

At that point, I felt a strong, coursing rage in my veins, so blinding that I felt my hands clench tight, thoughts of punching Leslie flashing in my mind. I was never one for violence, but on that day, I wanted her to bleed.

How could she do something so selfish? How could she take something from me and not tell me about it? She was supposed to be nice to me. After all, that is what friendship is about, right?

“Anna-“

“I don’t want to hear it. Get out now before I knock your teeth out.”

Leslie looked a little hesitant, like she wanted to say more, but she must have seen the expression on my face and then my hands, so she left without a word.

I haven’t thought about that fight until now. When it happened, I searched the entire house and then I went outside to dig up the doll myself, but it wasn’t there. I looked everywhere and I didn’t find it.

I thought that I was over it, but I feel fresh tears on my face. I guess not.

I don’t hear anything anymore. It’s quiet now. Something blurry and white is in front of me, growing with every second that passes by, until I see that it’s a portal, awaiting me.

I have no idea where Joseph, Isaiah and Michelle are, but maybe that portal will lead me to them. I searched everywhere for my doll even in my sadness and terror. Being scared isn’t a bad thing. I just have to trudge on.

I wipe the tears away from my face and walk up to the portal. I’m not going to give up.

Nothing will make me.