We were eleven.

With a group of friends. We were playing truth or dare. One girl dared me to kiss her.

"No," I said. "I give up,"

"Yes," said She, "you know you want to."

This is when I fought back. No... who am I fooling? I didn't fight... I ran.

I realized that I actually would have kissed her.

But you can't. It is a sin. It was her voice in my head. I know she is Satan. She wants me to do it.

I keep a knife under my pillow.
I see her under the willow.

"How many times would you stab me?" the figure asks.

"A million."