I've always been a good girl. My daddy was a preacher. I had three brothers and four sisters. My mom was the perfect mother. She was practically a saint. We were Catholic. We had a perfect life, perfect family, perfect house, perfect everything pretty much.
One day, my best friend Aria came over to hang out. When she walked through the door, her perfectly straight black hair rustled in the breeze. We had been friends for 12 years, since kindergarten. Her attitude seemed different. Not like the Aria I knew and loved. She looked at me and gave me an oddly crooked smile. I was worried. What was wrong with my best friend? All of a sudden, the iris of her eye flushed to a bright red color. I tried to scream but I couldn't. My screech got stuck in my throat. It wouldn't come out. I wanted to warn my family to go away, but I couldn't scream, couldn't speak even. The only thing I could do was run. I sprinted as fast as I could, as far from my house as I could go, the house still being in view.
I hear a loud boom, and it sounded like it came from my two youngest sister's room. The house quickly bursts into a hot flaming ball of fire. I drop to my knees. My best friend had just killed my entire family.
That just left me with one thing,
Why did her eyes turn red?
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