A friend or killer?

~3 years later~

Sofia's pov

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I sighed. Being 16 wasn't all fun and games. Even though Kinsey, Tracie and I lived in the creepypasta mansion still meant I had to go to school. I scribbled on the homework paper on the top left hand corner that said "screw homework." I chuckled at the comment, but someone started to erase it. I looked up and saw Tracie. "Don't do that." She said. I stuck my tongue at her and went to the basement where Kinsey was. "Hey." I said. She looked at me then went back to hitting the punching bag. I watched her then went to the punching bag and untied it. "What the hell are you doing!?" She yelled at me. "We need to talk." I said. "You seem mad at me." She looked at me. "Just because I hugged you 3 years ago didn't mean I'm your friend." I sighed when she said that. "I just wanna be friends-" I was cut off. "And I want you dead." She pulled out a knife and stabbed my right In the heart, I fell. Kinsey looked at me and hadn't relized what she had done. Tracie came downstairs and saw me. "Sofia!" She yelled and went to me. I had slow breathing. Kinsey took a few minutes to think about what she did and whisper "fuck."