You twirled your hair absent mindedly, sitting with your legs criss crossed you ran your fingers along the wall, the engravings rough underneath your fingertips. You placed your finger into the the indention and continued to scratch, your art work was nearly complete. You chuckled, "don't worry it's almost complete."
"What if they notice it?"
"Jimmy will protect me." You replied to the voice.
"Obviously, why wouldn't he? He does love us after all." The other voice responded, "Say y/n it could use some color."
"Agreed." You nodded, you placed your thumb in your mouth and bit down until the metallic taste of crimson filled your mouth, you ran into along the outline of the letters.
Skinny Dippin' in rabbit holes for fun, popping' balloons with guns
"Miss (last name)?" A deep baritone sounded from behind you and you giggled. "Sherly! You came!" You clapped, propping your pillow up over the art, the white case streaked with crimson.
Sherlock stood on the other side of the glass wall, it was surrounded by three metals ones, all meant to contain little ole you. He raised an eyebrow, confusion churned into those beautiful London sky colored eyes.
"He's so handsome."
"Jimmy's better."
"But those cheekbones."
"Hush up." You told the voices, "who are you talking to?" Sherlock questioned.
"Oh just the voices." You shrugged it off casually, "oh! Right! You can't hear them can you? Silly me!" You laughed, hopping off your bed and walking to the glass.
Gettin' high off helium
"Yes, well." Sherlock's eyes locked with yours for a moment, "I'm here to talk to you about-"
"Ooo let me guess." You gave a little hop. "Is it Mycroft? No.. Eurus perhaps?"
Sherlock's eyes widened. "How-"
"No? Hmm maybe it's Jimmy, but he's not here. Jimmy's faaaarrr away." You sung, doing a little twirl.
"What do you know about Moriarty?" Sherlock narrowed his eyes, his tone dropping an octave.
You giggled, looking up at him. "It's a secret, I can't tell you silly!"
"I'm sure we can work something out." Sherlock stepped closer.
"Where. Is. Moriarty?"
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We paint white roses read, each shade from a different person's head
"You don't scare me Sherly." You shrugged, indifferent towards his threatening manor.
"I wanna see those beautiful cheekbones painted with blood."
"But his face is so pretty, can we hurt some other part of him instead?"
The voices in your head argued on just what to do with Sherlock.
"I don't think you understand, I can get you out of here."
"I don't think you understand, I'm not telling." You sung, "what do you guys think?"
I'm nuts, baby I'm mad the craziest fun that you've ever had
"It's clear that insanity has clouded any form of intelligence for you to trust Jim Moriarty, he's dead."
You think I'm psycho you think I'm gone
"That's what you think." You smirk.
"He doesn't know!" One voice mused, "I know, he seemed so smart." You sighed.
"I am so smart." Sherlock growled, "really? Because I am of a rather high form of intelligence. But being crazy is soooooo much more fun."
Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong
You backed away from the glass, a large metal pole ran above you through the ceiling, you jumped up and took hold of it, flipping yourself upside down. "How's this Mister Holmes..." you hung, reaching towards the glass. "You bring me someone to deduce, if I can't do it, you get everything I know and if I do, well." You lowered yourself to his eyelevel, "I believe it free to go."
"Why would I agree to this?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow, but his eyes betrayed him as they twinkled with interest.
"Because." You gave the glass a little tap, and it split And opened like two doors. Sherlock's eyes widened as you stepped towards him. You placed both your hands on his chest.
Tell the psychiatrist somethin is wrong
"You're intrigued. There's such a thin line between genius and insanity." You stood on your toes, your lips brushing his ear.
"You Sherly, could stumble over that line at any moment, who says you aren't already gone?" You smirk.
Tell you a secret I'm not alarmed
You turned away and slipped into the glass, it closing itself.
Sherlock shook his head, stunned. "H-how did you-"
"It's simple dear."
You pressed your hands back against the glass.
"Me and Jim are mad, no doubt about it. But what you fail to see is that we're all mad here, we just choose to embrace it." And with that, you walked back to your bed and sat. A guard came, wrapping his fingers around Sherlock's arm. "Times up sir."
As Sherlock was led out of the room, you moved your blanket and displayed your artwork of three simple words.
"Did you Miss Me?"
So what if I'm crazy the best people are
A/N
So much of you protested the book move so I'll continue updating here.
I've discovered a new band deadman's theory and it's pretty great
I'm working on your requests, I've started handwriting Imagines before I put them on wattpad so I can make sure they're good
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