Zoey's POV
I let his bleeding shell fall to the floor, staining the unyielding white red. The copper scent of his blood fills the air and makes it seem colder in here.
I sit down very abruptly on the floor, staring at my blood-soaked hands.
Leigh gets up and crawls over to me, wrapping me in her arms.
"It was us or him," she mutters.
'I'm glad you picked you."
I look up to see the boy standing over the warden. His gaze is locked on me and a cute, lopsided smile crosses his face.
"Do you see him?" I whisper to Leigh.
She looks up and her eyes get wide. "Who is he. . . ?"
"I don't know," I admit. "I've come to think of him as my imaginary friend."
"He's cute," she giggles.
He laughs. "You can see me now too?"
"Yeah." Leigh looks at me. "I guess you aren't as insane as they say."
I laugh and shake my head. "No, Leigh. I'm freaking nuts."
