I once had an imaginary friend when I was 12. She was beautiful and clever, with flaring red hair that fits just right beside her defined cheekbones, and blue eyes that pop against her fair skin. She helped me throught the hard times, brought me down to Earth, and reminded me who and what came first. She was honest and innocent, but that was only one side of her, her other side was hidden, not there, locked up. I never knew there were that other side of her. She was not pretty at all. She was the complete oppisite. One time, a girl in my class took my best friend. I was mad and jealous, fuming actually. I couldn't control my anger. The better side of my imaginary friend told me to become friends with her or forgive and forget. The darker side of her told me to slap her in the face. I did what the Satan told me to. I slapped and puched her and stangled her. She was rushed to the hospital. During then I kept telling them that I was forced to, that I was theartened, yet nobody believed me.637Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ05NjV2hQaX
I still regret it to this very day because...
she was my own flesh and blood twin sister.
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