Page 81 of Dirty Pleasures


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A growl sounded, pulling my gaze down to the darkness.

I shivered. “What’s that?”

“Demons.”

“What the fuck?”

The little girl’s voice was eerily calm. “They can’t reach us up here though.”

“Why not?”

“They just can’t.”

Her confidence should have comforted me; however, it only deepened my unease.

I shook my head. “How do you know that?”

“I just do.”

“But where the hell did the demons come from?”

“Us.” The little girl turned back. “They are born from our fears.”

I halted midway on the cold rungs. “Fears? Oh. Wait. I get it.”

Calm stilled me.

“It’s fucking. . .demons like. . .we all have demons inside of us sort of thing?”

“I don’t know, but. . .” The little girl gave me an odd look. “Each time you’re scared, you feed them, you give them power.”

“But, they’re just a metaphor.”

“They have sharp fangs.” She turned and started running back up the fire escape.

“Demons with fangs.” I hurried after her. “No. They’re just. . .personal shit. Just focus on that. Don’t get lost in this. . .illusion of a reality.”

Up and up we went.

Once we reached the top, the sound of jazz filled the air.

I got onto the roof. “Wait.”

Last time, the place had just been a roof, but now it was a breathtaking garden on top of the building. Rows of flowers in every shade imaginable filled the space, accompanied by luscious, swaying trees. Blooming vines climbed up trellises and spilled over the building’s sides.

I took it all in. “How did this happen?”

The garden was a mesmerizing display of color—from the deep purple of the dahlias to the bright pink roses.

“We can grow stuff up here now. We couldn’t before the gardener. Now we can.” The little girl skipped around yellow sunflowers. “Isn’t this cool?”

“Y-yes.” I turned my view to the left.

There, Lunita danced.

It was a mirror image of me, but not me too. Her white sundress glimmered and flowed around her body.

Black and red flowers decorated her head.

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