"Four years. Four motherfucking years!" I shouted rocking back and forth. My head was between my knees, which were wrapped with my arms. The doctors came in, trying to calm me. "No! No! I don't to relax! I don't want the drug!" They were trying to give me something to calm me down to sleep. It had been four years since my parents were murdered . . . or eaten I should say. It started with a normal day. I was walking home from school as I usually do, and when I got there, there was someone leaning over my mom. She was still; her eyes were open still looking shocked. She wasn't breathing. I'll never forget it. I have been in here (Here is an insane asylum.) for two years. Every one told me I was crazy, that my parents were murdered by a serial killer, but they were wrong. It was worse than a serial killer. I bet you're thinking 'What the hell is worse than a serial killer?'. I answer that question easily. A vampire. The other two years was me researching the damn things. I was also searching up a guy named Cole Marks. Cole Marks. That's what he told me his name was, right before he tried to kill me. I got away, I don't know how, because with what I've read you can't get away. They are built to never lose their prey.

"Valerie! You must calm down!" The female doctor, Dr. Beckon, said snapping me from my thoughts. I hit her arm, as she came closer with the needles. Little known fact about me, I have Trypanophobia. I have a large fear of needles. She finally got it in my arm. I slowed down, suddenly feeling very heavy. I eventually let the Thorazine drag me away to sleep. While I was out I dreamt about Cole. I dream about every time I close my eyes. I memorized what he looks like. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not looking to die so I would never look for him, but at the same time I want to find some way to kill him. That bastard deserves to feel the pain that my parents went through. He deserves to die. I woke up with a start. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing straight up, and I had goose bumps rising on my skin. A chill went through the air. I looked around to see it was already dark, which meant it was already night. I heard a smooth voice slice through the once silent air.

"It's touching that you dream about me." I heard, what was un-mistakenly a male's voice. It was so familiar! I racked my brain before I realized who it was. My blood ran cold. I squeezed the blanket I realized was wrapped around me, tighter, squeezing my eyes shut. "Oh, come now! I know you're awake, Valerie." The voice was filled with venom, but smooth and charming. He was trying to get in my head. I didn't move. Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away! I knew he wouldn't go whether he could see inside my head or not. "I'm not leaving." Fuck, he really is in my head. It was evident he knew I was awake, and I couldn't sit still anymore. I pushed myself into the corner of the rock of a bed. "See. I knew you were awake!" I could feel the smile on his lips. It sent shivers up my spine. I tried to speak, but it seemed my vocal cords were shredded for the moment. He was silent as well, probably waiting for me to speak back. I finally found the courage to stutter out some of my thoughts.

"Please go away." I whispered. I planned to say something like 'Leave me alone!' Loud and threateningly, but I guess my tongue had better plans. Now he thinks I'm a scared weakling! Great! I thought. But then again, I am scared, and compared to him I am a weakling. He laughed again, sending another wave of chills up my spine. I hear him step closer to the bed. Why can't I die in my sleep? Or have a little too much Thorazine for my body to handle? I don't want to die like this! I heard his footsteps stop right next to the bed. He laughed. Again. That fucking laugh is annoying!

"Valerie, I'm not going to kill you." I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "Yet." He added. My heart pretty much stopped. He's going to play with his food. I feel sick. I'm going to throw up. Cole pushed a bucket from god knows where, and put it in front of me, as I leaned over the bed, squeezing my eyes shut. In three seconds I was retching my guts out emptying the contents of my stomach into the white bucket. I opened my eyes when I was done. Beautiful, there goes that lasagna. I leaned back against the wall breathing heavily. I heard the small sink from the small bathroom running. Footsteps came back towards the bed. A pale arm that looked completely white in the small amount of moonlight, handed me a small paper cup. I took it, drinking a small gulp, and swishing the rest through my mouth, before spitting it back in. He grabbed the cup back, putting it in a trash bin. I somehow got my courage back. If he's not going to kill me now, what does it matter?

"You're a son-of-a-bitch!" I spat.

"I know." He chuckled.

"Why me? Why us?!" My voice was a bit smaller this time, but dripping with venom. I looked back at where I thought where he was, but there was no one there. I let out a heavy sigh, as the atmosphere went from awfully tense, back to panicky and as normal as it can get here. I sat for what I think was an hour. I was about to drift off into an uneasy sleep, when I heard a voice in my head. A gift from me. I then fell asleep. It was surprisingly peaceful, and for once I didn't dream of Cole.