Candy's Sweet Tooth

Sweet Tooth

Candy swung her legs as another few guards walked by, dragging the odd patient past. Then, a crazy red head was dragged past kicking and squirming. She stopped squirming for a second to smile at Candy before returning to her angry rant.

Candy had grinned back, then turned as the door to Dr Sweeting' office opened. The guards standing on either side of Candy grabbed her upper arms and easily lifted her off the ground, then dropping her back down in front of the doc.

'Hey! Watch it, fellas,' she snapped, rubbing her arms. 'Lemme guess... He ain't comin'.'

Dr Sweeting waved the guards away and sighed, then put his arm around Candy's shoulders and pulled her into his office. 'No. He isn't. But we can send you to a foster home-'

'No. I wanna stay here. It's my home,' Candy replied.

'Home?'

'Well it's better than what I had,' she hissed under her breath, then looked up and saw Dr Sweeting looking down at her.

'What are you talking about? You recanted and told us that your father never hurt you.' Dr Sweeting sat forward in his chair, placing his hands in a folded position in front of him.

'I lied. You woulda sent me to the shocker!' Candy protested.

'So your father made all of those marks- not you?'

'No duh.' Candy rolled her eyes and flopped back into the chair. 'Now lemme go back to my nice cushy cell, alright, Doc?' Dr Sweeting paced in his office as Candy was "escorted" back to her cell by nine armed guards.

She only severely injured three that day- either she was upset, or she wanted something.

Candy grinned at every passing guard through the glass as she sat in the corner. They got shivers as they walked past- there was something about her. Although she somehow slipped through the cracks and was ruled legally sane, there was not a single sane thing about her.

Several of the best psychologists in the world sat around Dr Sweeting as he explained their two problem cases- the boy, and Candy.

'How old are they?' one asked.

'Seventeen and nineteen,' Dr Sweeting replied, still filing through cupboards to pull the rest of their files.

'Have they met?' another queried.

'Once. Seven years ago, the boy broke out of his cell and wandered the halls until he saw her. They chatted for a few minutes before the guards took him away.'

'What happened then?' the first chimed back in.

'He killed one and used the other to roam the halls, looking for her cell. However, she wasn't in one of the newer cells yet, so he gave up and returned to his cell for a nap. We decided to keep them as far apart as possible... When that boy wants something, he gets it.'

'So, he's had seven years to prepare a plan?' a third voice jumped into the conversation.

'A pla-' Dr Sweeting looked up. 'Oh...'

Candy looked down at her brightly coloured nails- every second fingernail a deep blue, the others a blood red. The glass wall of her cell became boring, so she turned to her candy stash and sorted through it.

There was a slight scraping sound from the hole where her food was usually delivered, and she only flicked her eyes towards it for a second. 'I ain't hungry for that mush.'

'It isn't mush,' answered a slightly familiar voice.

Candy flipped around and rushed to the window- on the other side was the boy. She raised her hand to the glass, and he put his against hers on the other side.