Friend

The little girls sat on the roof together of the old manor. Their legs dangling down. One the age of 7, the other about 12. The younger one looks over and says, “Oh I don’t think that’s a good idea Bella. I would get in big trouble.” The other girl named Bella looks at her. Her face is as pale as porcelain, her eyes look sunken in and drowsy. “But then it would just be me and you Sylvia. Forever.” Bella replied in a sad voice, as sylvia handed Bella an object she had stolen.


As Sylvia walked into the kitchen, her mother preparing her a snack, she cried out. “Ow! Mother I think I have hurt my leg on the roof!”

Her mother walked over, “I told you to stop going up there! Sit down, I’ll have a look at it.”


As Sylvia sat down upon the chair, her mother asked her why she is always up there. Sylvia responded simply with, “Because when we moved in Bella told me it could be our hide away. Bella’s always right because she’s older than me.” Her mother looked at her and said, “Aren’t you a little old to be having imaginary friends still Sylvia?”


And just like Bella came from behind Sylvia’s mother and stabbed her in the back. She screamed but as quickly as it happened it was over. There was blood all over the kitchen tile and Bella spoke in a voice that was demonic,


“Now we can be together. Forever.”

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