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Maddie frantically backs away from me, holding the fatal wound on her stomach while using her remaining hand to claw at the ground for any sort of weapon to defend herself. I chuckle darkly as I stomp on her hand feeling the bones splinter under my foot as her piercing screams split through the night.

"You are no good to anyone now, Madeline." I place my hands around her neck and speak a soft goodbye to my dear sister as I snap her neck sideways. Her body falls to the ground as I walk away dusting my hands off while Abigail walks silently beside me giggling with glee.

October 12th, 2007

It's been half a year since Maddie "disappeared." The police have come and gone. Our parents still mourn her but, I don't. I don't think I ever have. She always made fun of me. She made me angry. Abigail told me I was a good girl. You think I'm a good girl right Connie? Is that your name? The child who couldn't be more than 9 nodded her head frantically up and down, trying her best to appease me. Laughing out loud, I crouch to her level whispering that trying to deceive me isn't going to help her. She is very close to death already. Her body is laced with gashes and bruises that must be causing so much pain. Judging from the look in her eyes and the tears streaking down her face I'm surprised she can even think.

I laugh harder. Abigail laughs with me, whispering words of encouragement, while she helps me to find her heart, so that I may plunge my knife into it. I find my way home into the bath wherein I rinse the blood off my skin

November 2nd, 2007

School isn't going well. No one likes me. They make fun of the way of I look, talk, speak and laugh. The way a scar graces the side of my cheek lining up with the corner of my mouth is the blunt of so many of their jokes. Unfortunate accident really. Me and Abigail were playing too close to the water and I slipped but eventually resurfaced with a horrible gash upon my face. Abigail was upset, she said she wanted to play with me at her house, but I don't understand what she meant, and why we couldn't. She says things like that sometimes.

If I explain to the girls at school, why I am the way I am. They'll freak out and make fun of me more. I wish someone would be my friend.

January 14th, 2008

A girl named Delilah came up to me today and said she wanted to be my friend. I can't believe it. I never thought it would happen. Abigail isn't happy about it. She tells me that she is my only my true friend because she likes to play with me the best.

Tonight, as I found another lonely soul I was confused. Abigail has been with me ever since I can remember. She isn't from this world exactly she won't tell me where. Mummy calls her my imaginary friend, but we know better. She came here to help me when I play. She gives me strength and leads me to the most broken of people or the ones most vulnerable and naïve. We see a lot of kids my age sometimes.

Right! I'm only 11. Eleven and a half you might say. Oh, Those people are the easiest because all they do is follow a path to which they are going to die with either the straightening of their lips or the happiest of smiles. The naïve ones are fun. They seem to try so hard to cling to the last hope of someone saving them but with a little bit of Abigail's help, no one can ever hear or see them again.

Maddie was naïve. She thought I was just a lonely little girl. But I know so much more than you could imagine. Like the way a heart beats frantically with adrenalin in those last moments before death because (Pause) It doesn't realize how much the owner has already given up or cannot continue. That makes it fun. I see the hopelessness in the girl's eyes silently speak to me as she breathes for the last time and again, I walk away.

April 23rd, 2008

Abigail grows unhappier as the days pass and Me and Dezzie spend more time together. I haven't had much play time recently but that's okay. Dezzie helped all the other girls to talk to me more. I can see why people want for this feeling so much. Its different than the feeling of killing. I don't want for it as much anymore, I mean, I could deal with it every couple of months instead.

April 28th, 2008

Screaming surrounds, me as Abigail berates me for the lack of play time. She misses me, and she deserves my attention just as much as any other girl. I've never seen her this upset before. Blood red eyes stare into mine pleading and angrily shaking. She whips more things into the walls shattering them into shards. "Stop please! I'm going to get in trouble. I want my friends. Dezzie and all the others are my friends, why can't you be happy for me?!" I scream at her. Mummy calls out my name and asks me from the other room what's wrong as she makes her way to my bedroom. Abigail picks up a glass shard looking at me with a murderous intent as she calmly bargains with my mother's life. "One more time." She says to me. "Bring Dezzie too, if she's such a great friend. She doesn't know you like I do. We both know who you are Lilliana." I stare back her with the same ferocity and agree. Dezzie is my friend. She'll love playtime just as much as I do.

March 15th, 2008

Dezzie comes with me as we walk into the woods. We are going to my favourite place. I was here earlier today making sure everything was set and ready. The woman I found is thankfully still there. This time was different. She didn't struggle. I've never seen someone so broken that they walked to their death so surely even knowing what was going to happen. I left them tied to a tree with wrists bound far away from each other. Just in case she wanted to escape not that I expected it. As we got closer Dezzie started to become more worried due to my lack of conversation. Looking at me she asks who the woman is. How did she get there and who hurt her? Calmly I reply to be patient I'll explain everything. We sit down in front of the woman who looks just as much dead on the inside as the victims before her. Trying her best to calm herself she looks at me expectantly as I begin to tell her of playtime. "Dezzie, I want to thank you so much for being my best friend for all these months and having so much fun with me! But, I'm afraid I've been keeping a big secret from you." I breathe slowly composing myself and walk over to the woman and explain to Dezzie that she is part of a fun game I made while explaining whom Abigail is, and how she loves the act. A silence is clouded over us. I break it asking, "Won't you play too Dezzie?". Edging farther away from me Dezzie wears a face made of fear and disgust. Noticing this I step closer. "Dezzie? We are friends, right? This is just a game. Don't worry you won't get in trouble." Dezzie begins to refuse any sort of involvement backing away further and glancing around herself looking for the threat of Abigail. She sees nothing and begins to speak honestly to me. "I didn't realize this is the kind of person you are. I'm not this person. I can't do this. I can't be your friend anymore." I see nothing but white. I scream at her, "Asking what is wrong with her? Abigail likes my games." I throw a knife with such force killing the woman behind me and walk towards Delilah who starts to run. "What fun we are going to have now Delilah" I scream out towards her. Abigail appears in front of her pushing all her greatest fears into her head making her panic and fall to the ground. Retrieving the knife, Abigail appears next to me. "I told you. She wasn't a true friend." She speaks softly to me with conviction. She lets go of Delilah's mind as she sits down to watch. Delilah shifts herself to look at me, tears running down her face. She speaks to me, voice shaking as she utters "I'm sorry. I didn't know. Lili, can we please still be friends? I didn't mean to hurt you. I know you didn't me to hurt me either." I walk over to her cautiously lowering the knife, "What trick is this Delilah?"

"Nothing, I just made a mistake. Please forgive me." She stands up and walks over to me wrapping her arms around me and squeezing hard tells me I'm forgiven. I hug her back and utter my own apologies. Abigail leaves upset with my actions but that she will return. As we start to break the hug I feel the knifes edge stabbing into my back. I look in shock at Dezzie as I whisper "how could you? I trusted you." As the knife burrows deep into my heart I fall hard, watching Delilah dash from the scene tears running down my own face.

My vision goes black and I awaken to see Abigail standing above me. It's okay, Lulu. We'll have more fun now that you are like me.

And from then is where the real entertainment begins.