The Woman

7. Experiment

Annie has been extremely aggravated lately, may have something to do with the time of the month. This might be the time to start getting close to her. I make her some tea along with some toast. It was early in the morning, about six. I grab the tray before walking down the old stairs before stopping at Annie's room. I knock three times waiting for a response, never heard one. I knock once more only hearing Gordo barking on the other side. I twist the doorknob finding it to be unlocked, that is odd. I walk into the room to see her sleeping bag was open and not made. Gordo started whining as he shook his butt, he had to relieve himself. I walk into the bathroom to see it also empty. Her Toothbrush was dry with no sign of being used, she brushes regularly so this is odd. The shower was dry as to be expected she only showers at nights. I open the mirror to see pill bottles. I look at one of them noticing she inked out the name of the medication, the rest of the labels were peeled off. She doesn't want anyone to know what they are for. I heard the hammer fall on a gun. Someone is aiming a gun at me. I close the mirror to see who it was, I saw Annie was the one with a gun. I slowly turn to her placing my hands in the air show I mean no harm. She looked off, her eyes were a pitch-black as if the pupil took up most of her eyes, her face was expressionless, all color has seemed to disappear from her face. "Annie?"

"What are you doing?" She asks in a monotone voice, Her voice was off as well.

"I came to bring you tea and toast since you are feeling under the weather," I confess while trying not to set her off. I nod my head to the plate on the sink.

"Why are you looking in my cabinet?"

"I was just seeing if you kept your Midol in there, I was going to place it on the tray for you." I lie hoping she would buy it.

"Who are you?" She asks me louder.

I tilt my head concerned. "Annie, you know who I am," I tell her as I stare at the gun in her hand. It is a real gun fully loaded, a silencer at the end, a .45 caliber, and specifically made to kill with stealth. "WHO ARE YOU!?!" She yells at me.

"I'm Sherlock Holmes, I live upstairs with John Watson." I stare her in those dark black eyes. I watch as John opened her door. "What is going on?" He yawns.

"John, she has a gun, she doesn't know who I am and is about to shoot me." I tell him as I keep my eyes on Annie.

"Annie, what are you doing?" John asks her calmly as he takes one step closer to her. "Annie, what's wrong?"

"He's robbing me, he's planting things in my room to kill me." She spats out.

"Annie, it's alright. He's not going to hurt you."

"He's Charlie." She tells him angrily. I put two and two together, she thinks I'm the enemy. She's having a trauma moment.

"Annie, no he is not, he's our friend." John tries to make her remember. She didn't ease up with the gun.

"Annie put the gun down." John takes one step closer. He was still about five feet from her. I could tell he knew what he was doing as if he's done this before.

"He's going to kill me!" She shouts at him still scared of me.

"Don't make me do this Annie, I will say it."

"He's coming for me!"

"Who is coming for you, Annie?" I ask her noticing she wasn't talking about me anymore.

"The spider." She says with a fear-stricken voice. I could tell she was scared. It looked as if she was in pain as she shook while her face turned red.

"KILL HIM!" She screams taking the gun off safety then placing her finger on the trigger. I watched all of this unfold in slow motion.

"ANNIE!!" John screams with fear as he charges her tackling her to the floor. I watch as the gun flies from her hand. He had her pinned to the ground as he had his forearm to her throat. "STOP!! I will say it, don't make me say it."