I told her not to. But she never listens to me, I don't know why I thought this time would be different. She shouldn't have opened that door, it caused her death. But somehow I feel it's my fault, my fault the door was a shape shifter that turned into a cannibul, and ate her. Though it was my fault. The shape shifter, he was my father. I told him not to. But he never listens to me, I don't know why I thought this time would be different. He had told me that he was going to kill her, and I sorta believed him. She was my friend though, so from then on I never left her side. I would open the doors, she would wear fashionable, yet protective clothing.
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