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Sherlock stared out of the car window. His family had forced him to get tested by a psychiatrist. Again. It was horrible stuff. He thought that Mummy could at least face it when she found out that her precious little baby was a high-functioning sociopath. Since he already knew what he was and that all the doctors were right, Sherlock decided to have some fun with this man.
When Sherlock stepped inside the waiting room, he noticed the walls were lightly padded and were coated with a low-budget faint yellow paint to make psychos feel cozy and calm.
"Mother, can't you tell? I don't fit in with any other children my age, I spend all my time experimenting with dead human body parts, and I've never honestly cared about anyone in the family."
"Now Sherlock, you know that that's not true." said Mummy. A tear rolled down her left cheek. Not knowing why, Sherlock didn't care.
"So, Sherlock, your mother wants you to be tested again?" said doctor Erics, the psychiatrist.
"Yes." Sherlock could see travel photographs that left him on the side. One part was always empty. This told him that he had no wife or girlfriend. His unshaven and unkept beard told him that he was either distracted or busy. The long lists of to-dos all over the room told him busy, and scatterbrained at that. He saw three kinds of hair all along his pants, two of them dog and one of them cat. Judging by scratches all over his body, they didn't get along well. He clearly cuddled with them a lot, because there was also hair on his shirt.
"Your going to get nowhere with me, that much is obvious. So let's see what you're all about. Do your pets really make up for human companionship that well?
Doctor Erics started to cry. Sherlock still didn't care.
As Sherlock and mummy drove home, he stared at the orange bottle of pills in his hand. The sad Doctor Erics told him and Mummy that they would make him normal. Almost all of the children at Sherlocks middle school were ordinary. Sherlock hated almost all of them. He wondered what would happen to him. Mycroft would be sad, but he would go along with it. Father would be happier than a million pounds. But Sherlock couldn't tell what Mummy was thinking. She just seemed relieved.