The Lost Girl

“You hated her. Hated. You went out of your way to make her life a misery, didn’t you?”

I balked at the suggestion. “You’re lying! None of that’s true.”

“You pushed her, you kicked her, and you tore her hair because it was nicer than yours. You were an absolute bitch to her, Diane, and only I ever seemed to notice…”

I shook my head in utter defiance, pulling away from his limp grip on my arm.

“You’re just taking attention away from yourself! You’re making all this up!”

“And that doll…Christ, you were so jealous of that thing….you used to actually pull it out of her grasp, poor thing…”

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