If you're here looking for a happy story where everyone walks away smiling, then you've come to the wrong place. There won't be any friendship or morale lessons to wrap up this tale. In the end there will be nothing left. Just a cold stone floor covered in blood. Death wasn't even the worst part though. Most people believe that dying is a painful act and I can't entirely disagree. It definitely wasn't a picnic but the physical pain I endured paled in comparison to the hurt in my heart. Watching as someone I loved and trusted killed me. Someone I always felt safe round, who'd protect me. Even now, in a place between the living world and the realm of the dead the aching pain I feel is worse then all the cuts and broken bones I had. Oh dear reader I beg you. If you want cupcakes and smiles look somewhere else. My name is Sweetie Belle and this is the story of how I died.

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