"But mom I was telling the truth!" Kyle  explained to his mother later that night, who was pretty angry at him for bringing the police to the sorceress' house.

"Please believe me. Okay so if Jake isn't okay then tell me where is Mark?"

"Son, Mark maybe sped away, unable to handle the pressure." His dad consoled.

"No way!" Kyle exclaimed furiously, throwing his hands up in defense. "Mom, dad believe me. That witch killed my friend. And she also killed Sam. And then she did something with Mark. She has all those voodoo dolls at home too. She's evil!"

Kyle's mother glanced worriedly at her husband, who also gave her a panic stricken expression.

"Kyle," his mother started. "There were no voodoo dolls. The police searched her house and didn't find anything. She is your teacher. Why would she do such a thing?"

"Mom she is EVIL! I can't believe you guys don't believe me! You're supposed to be my parents! If you told me such things then I would have believed you!" Kyle shouted, jumping out from his seat.
"And now my best friend is dead and my other best friend is going to stay at a mental hospital for the rest of his life for losing his memory all thanks to that bitch! And here you are! My parents! Where you are supposed to support me and help my friends and I, you are just sitting there calmly as if nothing ever happened!" He finished, gesturing his parents.

"Kyle that's it! Jake had a problem and maybe he didn't tell you. Do not relate his and your problems son." Kyle's father warned.

"Oh shut up! That witch is evil. She destroyed us. And she will destroy me too. She tried to destroy me dad! She threw me out her window! I was hurt dad don't you see these bruises? I didn't fight or anything. That woman turned my friends into voodoo dolls or something. We have to get help!" Kyle burst, trying to make his parents believe him, but in vain.

The sorrow derived from the loss of Sam and Mike, the look of oblivion by his other best friend Jake, and the stares of his parents who did not seem to believe him was too much to take for the young boy.

In a span of one night, he lost his friends, he was losing his family and he lost his life as well. Fear and regret enveloped his heart, but the gut-wrenching feeling intensified with the following response of his parents.

"Kyle," his mother reasoned worriedly. "I think you need help."