Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 12-What Up Karma?

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I feel nauseous, very nauseous. I could puke on anyone right now. I slowly sit up and touch my face. I was clearly drugged, all I could see was blurry lines...of white. Damn, I am still stuck in here and my idiotic dumba** traitor, should I go on brother betrayed me and has left me to rot in here. Plus the fact he gave me something, which I am guessing is bad, since I feel like I need to puke. 

Only question that was bugging me was, how the hell did he get in here? Without notifying the guards? Wouldn't he be stopped? Or did they let him in? Is he working with the devils? AKA, Mycroft, John and Curly man? I am so confused! Wait...how many days as it been? Two? Three maybe?

I rest my head against the wall, just watching the door, waiting for someone to come in and feed me. It feels like its been days that I have been here! I am starving!

I start yelling, "Hello? Can't a woman eat?"

 This is not fair at all! Why me? Why did I have to be that girl that gets horrible parents that use their daughter to commit murders, why did I get that stupid brother who drugged me? I shouldn't be complaining, there are more people out there that have it worse. Wait a minute, i am the one thats about to die here! But still....

I sigh and start yelling again, "Yo! idiots! Get me some food! I really really need to punch someone too!"

This anger inside of me had to be let out, maybe through beating someone up will help me.

Ugh Luna! You're turning insane, stop thinking of negative thoughts! 

But...but I can't help it...this is not my fault I have turned like this!

People can change!

Not in a mental hospital!

You don't know for sure that its a mental hospital!

Are you kidding me, conscience? Can't you smell the crazy people?

Don't be rude.

Why am I so mean? I could seriously kill my parents right now, along with my brother! No I can't...I'm such a lonely weakling!

It's been hours and the pain in my stomach still hasn't left. Are they trying to starve me? Wait a minute..is there anyone out there? Or did they strand me in here....to slowly kill myself? Pffft, as if that's going to happen...unless I don't get food!!

I get up, which was very hard since the pain in my stomach got even stronger. I start walking towards the door, but the chains stop me from at least a meter from the door. Maybe if I could kick? No my leg is too far. Maybe if I could unchain myself? Yea, okay go ahead, use your teeth. 

I walk back and slide against the wall. I was stumped...again. I still did not know who was after me and now I don't know what to do. It has been like 20 days now...well about 7 hours. But feels like 30 days!

I sit there, with a hand around my waist and chewing the nails of my other hand. I was chewing my nails, a sign that I am nervous. I was mad, angry and wanted to cry my eyes out but mostly angry. So I did the most dumba** idiot could do. I punched the tiles on the ground. Which made my hand swell in pain, but it felt good. In a good way people, get those dirty thoughts out!

Now, my right hand was shaking, I had shed some skin on my knuckles and it seems to bleeding inside the skin. Great. 

Finally the door opens, with Mycroft holding a dead shot man, he throws it into the room.