My Only Companion is My Sanity (Sweet Madness FAN FICTION)

I lay still, staring at the ceiling. It'd been a few months now and I knew that I had to behave, otherwise I'd be all alone. My 'roommate' was sound asleep in her bed and he hadn't come to visit. I was glad for it because, even though being here at only 17 years of age, I didn't want him to visit me.

He was my own personal nightmare, but, thankfully, he didn't visit often. He had a 'more important conquest' he'd told me darkly. I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, which is why his minion would check on me almost daily. The bastard. I hated his sickly sweet scent, with his constant candy munching.

I remembered back to the first time I had met them.

I'd been at a club and a guy had been flirting with me intensely, when a boy came up with a lollipop stuck in his mouth. I'd thought of him as a boy because of it, but when he replaced the sex hungry drunk to dance with me, I knew otherwise.

I'd felt a sick feeling in my empty, sober stomach, but I ignored it. We danced for a while but I excused myself to get some air. Walking down the street, I was pulled into an alley by him, his red eyes glowing. He seemed angry about something and kept mumbling about how he'd soon have his Angeles.

I'd thought he was talking about the city, but now I believed he was talking about a victim. Some other young girl, like me. I'd screamed my head off and when the police found me, I was crumbled on the ground with a gun next to me. I couldn't recall what had frightened me so badly, but I knew it had nothing to do with a gun.

I'd been put on suicide watch and ended up being put in this institution. I'd fought hard, at first. The only thing that fighting got me was solitary.  Now, I dreaded it because no matter how much I screamed they'd leave me there for my allotted time. He had fun with that.

Eventally, I gave up the fight, not wanting to be alone with him again, but lollipop boy wouldn't leave me alone, even with my company. He'd walk over to her and whisper things to her, making her have horrible nightmares from which she woke up screaming. The nurses would then come and sedate her and then he'd have me all to himself.

It had been happening like this for the past month, since I stopped getting put in solitary.

I'd been having horrible hallucinations and I knew it was because of him. He was trying to break me, but his focus wasn't fully on me. He'd only come to me after visiting his other conquest, his Angeles, and he'd be very unhappy. I had the cuts to prove it. He'd torture me in a fit of anger and I hated him for it.

I'd never had real boyfriend, but I felt like he was just some abusive boyfriend that I couldn't get away from, because I couldn't. As much as I pretended to be healthy and sane, I couldn't get out of this hell.

"I see you're deep in thought." I smelled that sweet candy scent before I noticed him leaning against the wall by the only door in the room.

"They drug her now, before she goes to sleep." I looked to my only companion. Well, at least I still have my sanity... for now.

"I think we can fix that," I heard him say.

I didn't get a chance to question it as I felt something wrap around my legs. I looked down at the solid black mass that was in the form of a snake.

I didn't want to die, not yet, not when I haven't lived fully. Hell, I hadn't even had sex yet. So much for waiting for the right man anyway. Who in their right mind would go for a mentally unstable chick?

I pushed my choppy locks out of my face. My roommate had cut my hair the moment I set foot in the room. Gone were my long curls that used to fall to my waist.