"What?"
My Mum says, holding a wooden plank. I forgot about her. I rush to her.
"MUMMY! STELLA'S KILLING DADDY!"
"I know." She says brokenly.
Stella cackles.
My Dad slumps to the floor. Dead.
I run to him and put my head on where his heart is.
My Mum and Stella talk for a while. I don't hear a word they say.
My Dad knew Stella. But when?
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My imaginary friend
Short StoryStella was Laura's imaginary friend. Except. She wasn't imaginary. And. She wasn't Laura's Friend.
