"To curse someone, all you need is a photograph of that person, you want to kill, and a murderous intent even stronger than hate and rage. All you have to do is to place that photo under your pillow and sleep on it. In your dreams you'll find yourself standing in front of the a huge door,and that photo framed in your hands. If your intent is strong enough you'll be able to open to door or otherwise not. And once you have opened the door - welcome to the Gallery of the Damned.
You'll find yourself in a room with walls full of pictures. All you are gonna do I'd just place the picture you're on a nail on the wall. And then walk back to the door and exit.
As soon you find yourself awake, then rip apart the photo you placed under your pillow. And no sooner had you done that the person you cursed will die immediately, ignoring the fact where they are, or what they are doing.But there's a  warning, once you enter the Gallery of the Damned, you're not going to get back to the reality so easily..... " My sister Rosaline continued to read from the book.

" What rubbish! I find believe in all that stuff."I yelled at my her.
Geez! She's so superstitious!

Rosaline closed the book and placed it on her lap. "Relax sis! I didn't tell you that you have to believe me. I didn't tell any of that. The book says it." she laughed.
"But it's your fault that you read this to me! "I rolled my eyes at her.
I was pissed off her stupidity already. I got up from the chair and headed to my room.
" Look Rose, I don't give a fuck about these things. So shut the fuck up and go back to your room and study or else I'll tell mom that you're wasting your time reading such rubbish stories." I warned before I turned my back at her.
I heard,
"Geez sis... Are you scared? "

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Next day : School

" Hey Cola! " I frowned as I heard Danny's sarcastic laugh from behind.
Danny came to me with a weird smirk on his face.
And I instantly knew something was wrong.
"What's up bumblebee?"
" That's none of your freaking business! And stop calling me by weird names. "I murmured.
He started laughing," And what will you do if I keep calling you those? "
He took a step closer and bent down to my height.
I stayed silent for some moments.  "What you want?" I asked him.
"Good! You're intelligent as well cupcake! Of course I need something or why else I'll be talking to you? "he chuckled.
He put an extra on 'You'. He was looking down on me. I knew. But it wasn't a new thing.
His face came closer to mine as he whispered," Meet me at the basement at the break. "
I felt a shiver to my spine.
He pulled away and turned his back to me. He walked away. But suddenly he stopped and caved back.
The smirk on his face... It looked filthy.
" Don't you dare to ignore me or you know, I still have those pics in my phone and in my P. C. "

His last words got me shaking from the inside.

Me and Danny.. We used to be in 'love'. Or at least I thought we were..
I gave him all I had. I trusted him so much that I let him took my first..
We were doing alright. People called us 'Cutest couple ever'.
But then everything changed when I caught him on top of Melanie, the famous school slut, with his pants down.
He at first apologized. But I knew he didn't mean it. After what he did I could never trust him again.
I refused to forgive him. I told him that we were over.
Then suddenly he laughed and said "It never really began!".

My whole world was shattered. He was after my body..

He tried to rape me then. I protested. But he laughed and threw some pics.

It was me, naked, with him. But he had his face blurred.
The picture was taken in our one of the most intimate moments. On the back of the photograph, my name and phone number was written with a sentence,
     "Upto some fun come to me. And I assure you'll never be disappointed."
And then rates with different services...

He threatened that he'd leak them. But if I let him use me whenever he wanted. He'd not leak them.

I wasn't left any choice. So I let him.
And after that whenever he was horny. He came up to me. He never cared about the venue.

Even if it's school bathroom or school basement or even in the classroom after the recess..

                To Be Continued