My mothers eyes filled with more tears as she kissed my forehead the last time, willingly standing up taking her position by its side. "I'll come back for you, Princess." That was the day my mother made a deal with the devil. Ever since Ariel was twelve years old Death decided to let her live but took her mother instead. The moment she hit seventheen years of age it came back for her playing all the little games and there is nowhere she can hide. What Ariel did not know was that she was stuck inbetween two supernatural words that were different but very much same. And her so called imaginary friend was suddenly not so imaginary. Stuck in between Childhood imagination and Death.