R. Holmes

Why am I here?

I currently live in a horrible cell. Hours of just staring at a blank wall. I sometimes stare directly at the security camera just to be an ass and scare the security workers who are always watching me. All I remember clearly before I got here is a tall man in a very formal suit. He looked strangely familiar. But I couldn't place why he looked familiar. He had a reciting hairline and looked about five pounds overweight. he had an umbrella but it had a hidden weapon on the inside so he must've been very important. Maybe a politician but unlikely. He wouldn't be helping what looked like a government agency take me away from where ever I was. He must be part of the government. Maybe a very important part of the government. I was strapped down and injected with a sedative. I deduced that I was going somewhere I wasn't allowed to know much about. Pity. I'm good at keeping secrets.

I do often wonder why I'm here. I have committed no crime. I don't remember committing a crime anyway. I go into my mind palace for exactly five hours every day to try to figure out things I feel as though I am missing. All I get is small flashbacks to horrible loud noises, flashing lights and a hell of a lot of pain. It must have been traumatic. I could've also had brain damage because of my lost memory. I normally never forget.

First, I want to figure out why I'm here. That's easy enough. I can count fifteen people that have talked to me or see me that I can get answers from. Or maybe even hints. Hints are really all I need to piece things together. There's a man who meets me every day to discuss feelings that I don't have or can't access. He's an idiotic man whose marriage is in ruins. Because of his emotions, he's very vulnerable. I have about a ninety- seven percent chance of getting what I need.

I've been in this cell for I calculate, three years. I have no memory of what the outside world looks like. Only that it's often cloudy and dark. I don't even really know my age. But, I can say I am at least seven. I haven't even seen my own face. My face feels rough to the touch on one side and smoothes on the other side. I don't know my eye color, my face structure, or even what my mouth looks like. funny isn't it.

"Good morning Robyn, I'm here to start your session today." the ugly man pulls me from my mind palace.

"I have questions for you, sir."

" Ah, so you are deciding to speak today. That's the first time in weeks."

"Yes, I know. So sorry for the divorce, your wife and yourself seemed like a lovely couple."

He looks down and taps his pen nervously. I can tell he wishes to weep. I almost feel bad for him.

"Thank you. Any way what are your questions?"

"What color are my eyes?"

"Oh, that's all? Well, your left eye is a light shade of blue and your right eye is more of a ocean color. Like green and blue."

"I like that. Why am I here?" I ask more forceful than I intended. He visibly flinches. He does this almost every session. If I'm dangerous he should be fine. There's a large panel of very strong glass followed by an electric fence type technology. If I were to break out of both barriers, there still wouldn't be enough time for me to hurt him in any way. Security would get here right after I broke the first barrier.

"I'm afraid I can not tell you." His voice wavering slightly. His composure is falling. I begin to cry. Forced tears but I can sell it like I was actually sad.

"Please, sir. I have no idea why I'm here and I'm scared."

"Your uncle told me you ge-"

"I have an uncle?!'

"Yes, and you have a second one. But, you will never see them."

"What are my uncles' names."

"I'm afraid I can't give you an answer for that."

"Not even a last name?"

"No. Anywho. This session is over. I will see you tomorrow."

I do have family left. I thought that I would have no family considering I'm in this government facility. Why haven't my uncles gotten me out of here? Am I really that dangerous? He said one of my uncles said I must not have any knowledge of them. Or at least that's how he inclined. I shall request for more information from him tomorrow. Thankfully I don't need a lot of sleep so I can try to figure out more tonight. They give me a walkman to listen to music at night. That will help me think. I must figure out who my uncles are. Maybe I can convince them to take me out of here. 

"Ms. Robyn I have your music device and your personal item. It's almost time for lights out." This woman always has the duty to bring these things to me as well as giving me food and making sure I don't kill anyone while I'm showering. I just nod a thank you as she puts the items in a mechanical device that transfers things into my cell. I take the items out of the machine and watch the woman leave. I plug the headphones into the walkman and play the music. it's an album made for me. It has old songs like Hotel California and Hooked on a feeling. The personal item is a blanket that is quite old. I probably had it since I was born. I don't know why I love it so much. the fabric helps me stay calm. It's really the only thing that's sentimental to me. Besides this necklace I wear. When someone tries to take it away, I get angry and I will attack that person until they leave me alone. I also don't know why I'm so protective of it. someone special must've given it to me.

As I wrap the blanket around my small form, I walk over to my uncomfortable twin bed and lie down. I snuggle farther into the blanket. Burning Love by Elvis Presley is playing as I go to my mind palace. Soon I fall into a dreamless sleep and hope I will not be greeted with those horrible nightmares.  

HEY GUYS! A new story I know. but I will continue to write in Schizo so don't worry. Hope you like this one so far. I'll try to do better on updates. and hopefully when I get a new computer that'll help. anywho. see you in the next chapter.