My name is Damon White and my soul is stuck inside a voodoo doll. I was not always in a voodoo doll; I was cursed to it when I was 16 years old. I was being bullied like all the time. Not just any type of bullying but bullied over the internet. My life was complicated. Mom died when I was 10 years old and I do not know who my father is because he was never around or there for me. I have no friends because of one person. He’s my biggest fan. Logan Tatum. He has been bullying me since kindergarten. This is my story…

After my mom died, things changed. The bullying changed. When he realized that, the physical bullying did not affect anymore. He then went to bullying me over the internet. Facebook, Instagram, Twitter… the list goes on. On Facebook, I only had my mom and Aunt Lisa and a couple of cousins on there. Just recently, I received 10 friend requests and follow requests on my social media sites. They were from Logan and his friends. I was being nice and added them because I thought they wanted to be my friend. I was wrong.  He and his friends started posting and saying awful things about me. Tagging me in everything, they did about me. My aunt Lisa saw this and asked me

“What’s going on?”

“They were just playing and joking around,” I told her.

She let it go after that. My Instagram was the same and so was my twitter. They re-tweeted everything about me. However, I stayed silent. I started cutting and popping pills to make myself feel better. I was 15 years old when I tried to over dose the first time. My aunt Lisa walked in and called an ambulance

before I could die.

Months later, I’m still being bullied over the internet and I’m forced to go to counseling. Mom

would not have let this happen to me but I never told her. That’s my problem I don’t talk to anyone. I’m not a mute. I just find it easier not to talk at all. It was after my 16th birthday when it all happened. I overdosed on 16 Excedrin and cu my wrist deep.

“It was just one cut,” I told myself.

Then another and then another until I lost track of how many cuts there were. I could not take life anymore. I could not take the bullying anymore. Once I was dead, I was able to see life differently. Life looked much better from where I was. The Golden Gates. That is until I was back on earth in the body of a doll, but not any doll but a voodoo doll. I did not know what was happening.

“Why am I in the form of a voodoo doll?” I asked myself.

“You need to know what life is like on Earth without you,” someone said.

I looked everywhere for the voice. I found where the voice was coming from finally. It was an angel.

“But I don’t want to know,” I said, “I want to see my mom again.”

“Your time will come for you see your mother again,” said the angel.

I sighed sadly not happy with what the angel said. Therefore, I stayed and did as I was told and what I

saw caught me by surprise.

What I saw on Earth for the time I was there was a shock to me. At my funeral was my aunt Lisa,

cousins and some other people that knew me or of me. The two that shocked me the most was Logan and Elana. Logan because he was the cause of all of this. Elana because I fell in love with her. Every time I tried to talk to her Logan would talk to her knowing I liked her. Rude, right?! The girl that never got to know me was at my funeral. She examined the cuts on my wrist and started to cry. She traced y cold dead lips. 

She whispered, “You left too soon Damon. Now I will never know why you always came up to

me but never said anything.”

I wanted to tell her but I could not because my lips were stitched together. Sadly yet frustrating on

my part. Stupid doll. I could just leave notes for her to let her know.

That night I went to her room and got a pen and a piece of paper. I wrote how I fell in love with her and what I always wanted to say to her and many other things. When she woke up the next morning, she found the note on her pillow. Elana read it and cried.

She wrote back saying, “I love you Damon. I always have loved you.”

Moreover, we continued to talk like that for a while until I went to Logan’s house. He looked like he seen a ghost when I was through with him. He thought I came back from the dead. Well I kind of

did.

  My time on Earth was short but worthwhile. The angel came back for to get me when it hit 5 months. Yeah my life may not have been perfect but the 5 months after the day I died were perfect to

me. The girl I fell in love with was okay with letting me go. Nevertheless, I gave her something in return. I left her one final note. It read:

“Elana today is the day that I go back to heaven to stay. I will be watching over you from my spot in heaven but I will let you fall in love with someone of my choice. I was given two choices, 1) to stay on earth and go back to my old life style or 2) go to heaven to see my mom again. I chose my mom because she was my everything. I want you understand everything and why I am doing this. I will be watching over you and protecting you as your Guardian Angel.

       Love Always,

       Damon White”

With me signing my last words, I was ready to go home. I left the body of the voodoo doll with Elana. I knew she would understand. Hopefully. I let her go even though it broke my heart to do so and with the angel, I went. Life in heaven was amazing. From my bullied life on Earth to the life of luxury in heaven.

Of course, I kept my promise and watched over her while I was with my mother happily. I let her fall in love with someone else. In addition, that hurt a lot to do so. I watched her grow up, graduate, go to college, get married, have her first baby (which was a boy that she named Damon like me). I made sure her life was perfect. I got my wish, which was to be with my mom again and watch Elana’s life.

  That is what life was like as a voodoo doll trapped soul.