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the door behind her.
    No point in locking it. Neither of her friends was going to walk in on her because they were drunker than her and wouldn’t be able to make the trek upstairs. She did her business and washed her hands.
    Fixing her hair as she stared in the mirror she noticed one thing about herself… she didn’t look drunk. Maybe she wasn’t. Dana touched the mirror. “Are you drunk?” She asked her reflection. Her reflection shook her head. “I didn’t think so,” Dana said then turned and left the bathroom.
    The trek back down stairs was easier, thanks to gravity. When she made it to the kitchen only Shelly was there.
    “Keira’s not back yet?” Dana plopped down into her seat.
    “Nope,” Shelly answered. “She must’ve had to do number three.”
    Dana frowned as she picked up her cards. “Hey, did you cheat?”
    Shelly nodded, “I took all the draw fours.”
    “You can’t do that.”
    “There was no one here to stop…”
    A loud scream pierced the air.
    “Keira.” Dana jumped up and ran from the room. She could hear Shelly behind her. Moving fast made her nauseas but that didn’t stop her from racing to the bathroom door. She turned the door knob as the screams from inside grew louder.
    Shelly beat her fists against the door. “Keira what’s wrong? Open the door?”
    Keira’s only response was more screams. It sounded like a mirror was crashing inside. They could hear things falling. What the hell was going on?
    “Keira,” Shelly screamed. “Open up. What the hell is going on in there?”
    Suddenly the screams from inside stopped. Dana glanced over at Shelly. Shelly shrugged.
    “Shelly,” Keira’s weak voice called out. “Dana.”
    “Yeah, we’re here, Keira.” Dana placed her ear against the door.
    “Run,” Keira yelled. There was a loud thud against then door then all was quiet again.
    “Keira,” Dana reached for the door knob.
    Slowly, she turned the knob then tried to push the door open. Something was in front of it. She pushed harder and the door opened. The sight that greeted her turned her stomach. There was blood everywhere.
    It covered the cracked glass of the mirror and the pictures hanging from the wall. There was even blood dripping from the ceiling. And the object that had been preventing the door from opening was Keira’s mutilated body.
     
     

The Past
     
     
    Things were not going as planned.
    The mixture she’d paid good money for had done the exact opposite of what she wanted it to do. She’d drunk the stuff for six days as instructed. On the night of the sixth day she’d been plagued with stomach cramps. They’d been so severe she’d feared for her life.
    Even her husband had been scared for her. He’d wanted to take her to the doctor but she hadn’t let him. She didn’t want the nurses trying to save the child’s life. So she’d pretended she felt better and he believed her.
    But his belief in her changed on the seventh day. Clara had awakened that morning feeling nauseas. She’d rose from bed and one quick glimpse in the mirror sent dread through her heart.
    She was huge. Pregnant huge. She’d screamed so loud Roger came bursting into the room to check on her. What he found left his speechless, literally. All he could do was stare at her and all she could do was stare in the mirror.
    The belly she’d been hoping to get rid of had grown. She resembled a full term pregnant woman. The child wasn’t dead. It was alive and thriving. She could feel it moving around inside of her.
    Upset, Clara had sank back on the mattress. Her movement seemed to draw Roger out of his trance. He raced to her side. The concern in his gaze broke her heart and she found herself telling him everything.
    She told him of how depressed she had become after learning she was pregnant. She revealed to him how she really felt about the child she carried. She even told him of Velta and the mixture the voodoo priestess had made for her.
    He seemed to be taking everything in