(Inspired by @morbid_eilish)
Uh... heyyyy! So this is just an idea I have so comment if you want me to make an imagine about it or a book it's self. But yeah.
Ever since I was five. She was there. Billie. The monster under my bed. She was a baby when she got killed. So she's always been a year older than me. Except, the way she died was tragic. The killer. He cut a deep slit into her head. But the cut or the blood never went away when she died. Always bleeding. Yet, still beautiful. Even with her blood soaked hair. Her piercing blue eyes, her perfect pale skin. Gorgeous. Yet terrifying.
Soooo... do you guys actually want me to write this or nah?
~Kaitlyn
