"Stella, are you alright?"
Bella said, with her high western voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking."
I wasn't fine, ever since the day I died.
This day was November 14, 1998. I was 7 years old, and I was just sitting in a seat. Waiting for my 'dad' to come out of his office.
Then, I see this yellow rabbit costume, that I know my 'dad' uses. So I follow. As soon as I enter, I see my best friend, Grace from school and this random girl next to her. That girl was sitting in all black with chocolate hair.
My 'dad' locked the door to this windowless, camera-less room. We saw him taking off the costume, but then, he took out a knife.