Madison has done everything she could in the short time she's been here to take care of me. I haven't been cared for in such a long time. But even the love Maddie has shown me hasn't stopped the darkness around me. It still ebbs and flows like freshly poured tar, or molasses. The forest continues to beckon me, so I go when I can. The girl, my friend, hovers around me like a mosquito. Fear and worry a constant look upon her face.
There's been several instances where I had to slip something into her drink just so I could have some peace and quiet, although there is no such thing as peace in my life anymore. It probably seems wrong, drugging the one person whom has shown an effort to keep me alive. But I don't care, not really. Maddie has told me stories of what her life has been like since she moved to New York, and it does sound like she enjoys her life there. She left behind a boyfriend and cat to come here. She left her job as well. Apparently the dear girl has become a set designer for plays and movies. Why a woman as successful as her would try to help a lowlife such as I is beyond me. But the company is nice.
I haven't seen my "guardian angel," as I like to call him, since Maddie's arrival. Which is worrisome since he used to slip into my room every night, his masked face a comfort while I struggle through the pain distorting my heart. But is he really a guardian angel if he brought me to that murder? I don't know, but I miss his company. My dearest demon friend, I long to see you again. Till then, I'll sleep.
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