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The cold metal closed around my wrists as I was pushed roughly against the car. My best friend stood next to me, laughing. They didn't put metal on her, they left her, why did they just leave her there? It was her who hurt all the bad men, not me, why was I getting into trouble for what she did? It always happens. Mummy never believed me, she couldn't see her either. I got in trouble when my best friend skinned our cat alive, leaving it to die slowly as its flesh separated and fell away from its bones. Mummy blamed me for pushing Daddy out the window, when my best friend just wanted to see if he could fly. My best friend told me that he could fly, and that was why they put him in that box in the ground, because flying was dangerous and he could hurt himself. All my best friend was doing was trying to help, why did we keep getting into trouble? And why did I always get the blame?

It's not fair.

Why can't they see her?

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 18, 2013 ⏰

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