Shining blue eyes stare back at me, so beautiful and so sad that I almost regret stabbing her.
Yes, you read that right....
I stabbed her. Right in the chest. With my tiny little pocket knife I got for my 15th birthday.
But what happened next is the story of how we became best friends.
"Was that supposed to hurt?" She smiles as she pulls the dagger from her chest, no blood on either her or the knife."Because it didn't, if you're wondering."
I can only stare in shock.
"Don't be scared." She laughs in a friendly, happy sort of way. "It's happened before." She laughs again and I nervously chuckle.
Now, I've been told not to talk to strangers. And that rule probably comes into play even more when the stranger is smiling and laughing after being stabbed in the chest.
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