R. Holmes

Warning: Freedom may contain Fear

"I'm free," I repeat over and over to myself like it's a prayer. Mycroft left and informed everyone in the facility about my status. I felt excitement and fear. I've already diagnosed myself with anxiety and PTSD. I don't know how, when, or where I developed these mental illnesses. But, right now I don't care. I'm going to be out of this place and I can't' wait. In approximately thirty minutes, I'm going to be placed in restraints and a muzzle is going to be placed on my face to prevent me from killing somebody. Which I think is too crazy to even happen. If I want freedom I'm not going to throw it away by hurting somebody. I'm extremely happy and I'm ready to leave this place. Normal little girls are painting their nails and eating ice cream. I couldn't do that. But, now I can. The first thing I want to do is look in the mirror. I want to know what I look like. Cheesy sounding and makes me feel like a normal girl. I hate feeling normal but, I'll give this an exception. I hear the elevator doors open and I quickly look in the direction. For once I'm happy to see the restraint table.

I'm told to put the items I have into a bag labeled with my name. Then I am placed on the restraint table. They restrain my arms and legs. After that, a muzzle type thing is placed over my face. I hate it. I can feel my pulse quicken and my anxiety rises into my throat strangling me. I know if I let the anxiety take over I will be injected with a sedative. Needles. My least favorite thing in this whole world. Out of all the things I despise, needles take the cake. If I stay calm everything will be okay. No needles or harsher restraints. Remember freedom will be granted if I comply. I keep that thought everywhere in my mind palace as if that thought would disappear into dust. (A/N: Infinity war anyone)

I'm given boring and stupid directions about what to do when I'm taken out of the restraints.
Do attack a person
Stay in one spot
No self-harming
No sudden movements blah blah blah.
Boring. I'll be fine. Even though I am terrified. My anxiety is 2x the normal rate. I shouldn't feel fear. For Christ sake, I can't feel sadness happiness or anger. But I can feel fear. If all the emotions of mankind.

Security personnel brings me into the elevator I know so well. People come in and out only a few times to see me. Food and some conversation. I look around at each person deducing to help me calm down. One man has a wife expecting. One is a drug addict. One is a serial cheater. Probably has 4 to 5 girlfriends and one wife. Great. I close my eyes going into my mind palace. I go through all the rooms except for one labeled danger. 

This door has never been opened. It probably never will be opened. It always has a lock. The lock has gotten small little by little. It decreases in size whenever I decide to discover myself more. Which is very rare. I continue through the rooms. Memories, facts about people, different chemicals, etc. etc. I like to look at the room with good memories in them. The room is small considering I don't remember much of my childhood unless it was in here. My favorite memory has a blue-eyed man showing me how to deduce a person. I can now put a name to the face. Uncle Sherlock. Even just the memory keeps my sanity from baling on me. Wait.

I opened my eyes. I will Be able to see Sherlock. I look around realizing I'm in the back of a van. Security still watching me like a velociraptor watching its prey. I look at one of them. He flinches at my glare and I smile to myself. I finally get to see the things I've only seen in books. I want to see the plants, the people, the food, and especially the animals. I go back to my mind palace and enter the room labeled "creatures". I see dogs, cat, birds, and my favorite dinosaurs, and reptiles. Reptiles remind me of that tall man. 

"Robyn," The tall man's voice booms through my mind. I look at him in annoyance, as I was enjoying all the creatures I could think of.

"You must follow all of the directions given. If not you'll be sent right back to the cell."

I nod my head in understanding 

"now, we have to put you under an anesthetic. You may never tell another party of your past housing situation. Do you understand me?"

I nod but this time I didn't look him in the eye. After he gets my confirmation, he gingerly grabs my hand and exhales loudly. 

"I'm so glad that you are finally out of this cage. I know you probably won't believe this next sentence but, My brother Sherlock and I have missed you." 

and with that, he nodded toward the guards, left the room, and a needle was placed in my arm. within 15 seconds my vision began to fade.