I was never the type of girl to let a man rule my life.

A feminist, some might say but I prefer to consider myself... experienced. I can hardly say otherwise given my current lodgings. My friends would always laugh at me. "How absurd! You'll never end in an asylum!" they'd cry in mirrored shock and amusement. Well, the last laugh is mine it would seem.

Oh, it's been an age since I last heard his voice! So beautiful and soothing as it swept through my head, drowning out all the madness within. How I miss the peace... there is only silence now. Deadly and cold; he has abandoned me.

And heartbreak is socially unacceptable under the reign of Victoria. Think with your head, not your heart. At least that is what I was taught when I was too young to recognise the folly this statement held.

Love; how dastardly it was to believe in such a thing! A heartbroken girl has only herself to blame, you know...

They're all fools. They believe they can live without love. And I am the mad one?! They haven't a clue of the joys love holds. Not that I could illustrate, of course...

He never showed himself to them. Not once. I begged him, pleaded, for they did not believe in his existence. No matter how much I tried to explain, words could never be enough. For who can truly describe the one they love? Surely words would never do them justice.

Especially not when one is beyond description. I do not wish to sound over romantic, this is simply the truth. It would appear he only exists in my mind... my love.

That is what they believe, the ones who keep me here. They believe I have imagined my darling! "Oh what a silly, lonely, little girl she must be..." They know nothing.

He is real to me; that's enough. He kept me sane when he was there, silenced my cries, ridded me of my doubt... that was then. His visits lessened, and he never looked at me the same. He pulled away and took my mind with him.

And the silence here, it's deafening. All around me the air is rotten with screams and cries of despair, which nobody can hear. But they're so alive, I can almost feel the vibrations, the pain; it rocks me to sleep as I situate myself in the darkest corner of the room.

Sometimes I swear, it's as though he's returning to me. There is something of a gentle still, a quiet, around the dawn just as I close my eyes and fall into the safety of sleep. His face appears, if only for a second, before fading away again...

Perhaps next time, he'll stay a little longer. Maybe he won't leave me at all. Maybe we could find a way to be happy...

Or maybe, just maybe, I am a little bit insane...

A/N: This didn't really turn out as well as I'd originally planned. Kinda lost it towards the end. Still, general idea of a guy sending a girl insane is there, so it's not so bad ;P