You can't "fix" a Psychopath

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I was starting to get sick of waking up in strange places. This time, when I woke up I was still in a straight jacket, but I was in a padded room. I guess my injuries weren't that bad. The white padding around the walls made me dizzy. If I stayed in there too long, I think I would ACTUALLY go insane. There was a camera in the top corner of the room near the door. The only thing in this room, besides me and that camera, was a tray of food. When I say food, I mean cat vomit. It was greenish-yellow and chunky. God forbid I would ever have to find out what that tasted like. Next to the plate was a paper cup filled with water, three pills, and a plastic spoon. After a few attempts, I finally got on my feet so I could walk over to the tray.

I didn't know how they expected me to eat any of that without my hands. I got down on my knees and tried to drink some of the water. I managed to grip it firmly with my teeth, before tilting my head backwards to feel the cool liquid flow down my throat. Some of the water trickled out of my mouth and down my neck, but I didn't care. I was afraid of the pills and the food, but I decided to at least smell it. I knelt down so I could get an idea of what the goop was. Right as I was about to muster the courage to inhale, I saw something move. I apparently wasn't the only one in here. I could have sworn that I was alone.

"Hello?" I was answered by nothingness. I walked all around the large, dimly lit, rectangular room. I was definitely the only person in the room. I was probably just hallucinating, no biggie. What if I actually was insane? What if I had made all of that up in my head to rationalize my current situation. None of this made sense. Just as I was pondering the stability of my sanity, the door opened. A nurse walked in and smiled at me. "And how are we today Raven?" "Who are you? What am I doing here? How long will you keep me like this?" I asked. "Oh love, we've been over this before. I am nurse Daniels, and you are having some problems with distinguishing reality from fantasy. We are going to help you. You'll be better in no time. Anyways, you have a visitor." "What? Who?" I asked. "Why dear, the same one that comes everyday. Come with me, I'll walk you to the visiting area." I stood up and followed her down a very wide, spacious hallway. She sat me down in a chair right across from Jim Moriarty.

My first instinct was to scream for help, but I didn't want to be sedated again. So I sat quietly and waited for him to speak. "Hello beautiful." He purred. "What do you want?" I growled. "I want to know what you told them. I want to know if I need to kill anyone." "I haven't told anyone anything." I said. "Good." He stood up. "Wait, I want to make a deal." I whispered. He smirked "A deal? What kind of deal?" I took a deep breath and said, "If I don't tell anyone about, you, then you leave me alone for the rest of my life." After a full minute of silence he said,"Deal. For now." He turned around and left. I started to get up but the nurse stopped me. She laughed and calmly said, "There is still one more person who wants to see you."