“Now, honey I want you to follow my directions very carefully.” My imaginary friend Amy said to me. I enthusiastically nodded my head, excited she was giving me instructions. “So first. I want you to go and sneak into the woods in the yard, okay?” Amy asked me, I nodded again. I walked to my back door, reaching all the way up to reach the handle and opening the door, making sure to close it behind me. I ran down the porch steps and into the dark forest behind my house. I was so excited she was finally asking me do do something! She’s been telling me how much fun the other kids she’s been with before had for months! “Okay, Amy. I did it, what’s next?” I asked, barley able to stay still. “Okay, next run as far into the woods as you can! And hurry before your mom and dad come out and try and stop you.” “Okay!” I exclaimed, rushing through the trees until I collapsed, trying to catch my breath. “Oh…Kay… what next?” I asked, still breathless. “Now collect a big pile of the sharpest rocks you can find…” I found this instruction sort of unusual, but it was Amy, and she would never have me do anything dangerous. I took a few minutes collecting sharp, pointy rocks carefully. I don’t know how long I spent, but I soon had a ginormous pile of rocks piled in the middle of the woods, and the sun was starting to set. “Honey! Honey! Where are you?” I heard my mommy and daddy calling. I wanted to go and run to them, but Amy told me no. “Final step Honey. Take the sharpest, pointiest, hardest rock in your pile, and press it to your arm until you see red.” I started to worry why Amy wanted this? Why did she want me to hurt myself? “Oh, okay…” I said, in a small voice, too afraid to stand up to her. I found the rock she wished for and held it to the inside of my forearm and pressed hard, a small amount of blood started to pool, and i was about to take the rock away, but Amy insisted I don’t take it off. “Honey, you’ll be okay, just don’t move it.” She said in a kind of aggressive manner. Now, I saw a lot of blood. “A-Amy… I’m scared, this hurts and I’m starting to feel light hea…” my voice cut off as I passed out. I heard my parents voice getting closer and closer. “Honey? Honey! Oh my god!” I heard my mother cry as she picked up my limp body, my mind fading away quickly. “HONEY? WHAT HAPPENED? WHAT DID YOU DO?” She asked horrified. “A-Amy told me to” I squeaked out before my body went completely limp and my mind left my body. “NO!” She screamed, holding my, cold body close to her chest, my daddy coming up next to us and crying too. I don’t know where I was right now, but I felt tears running down my face too. I tried to move my arm to wipe them, but I couldn’t move.

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Time skip: Honeys funeral

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“She was only fi...ve years old.” My mother said, her voice breaking as she continued my eulogy. “She was loved by all, no one disliked her. She was so helpful and kind and smart and everything anyone would have wanted.”