7
Halls Of Regret
Rose
Present day
“Has anyone ever told you, you’re not a smart girl?” Stilts stands in front of me, his arms crossed, the look on his face priceless. He reminds me of one of those smooshed-face cats. If my predicament were laughable, I’d be laughing. But it isn’t. Everything around me is shrouded in darkness except for Stilts.
“I’ve heard that once.”
“Yeah? What happened?”
“I crushed his windpipe.”
Stilt shakes his head in amusement. “You need help.”
“I keep telling myself that.”
“Say it louder.” His face is relaxed now, and there is a hint of a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
Wonder why they inserted him into my psyche. Comic relief, perhaps?
“Let me guess, you’re not real either?”
He quirks a grin.
“Oh, I’m very real. And I’m not liking the current
