The Schizophrenic Housekeeper

Prologue: Delusion or Reality?

I love Sherlock… but not in the way most people assume.

Often times the word love gets equated to romantic love in a context between two people who have no familial relationship with one another. Other times, it's used interchangeably in place for lust and desire for the more obsessive stalkerish types. If the hormonal Sherlock fans claiming Benedict Cumberbatch as the sexiest man alive is any indication.

Personally, I think the man looks average… well, maybe not average… more like… um… interesting? Interesting is a thing right? I'm probably not the best person to judge. The actor himself doesn't think so and I know people who thinks he's hideous like a troll.

Uh… where was I going with this?

Not romantic love.

Right! Um… I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love Sherlock, but not because I'm attracted to him. It's more like, I love him because he reminds me of myself.

In what way? I didn't know you were a genius detective with a penchant for being an ass to your family, friends and peers.

…

Am I wrong?

… Sometimes I wish there was a way I could get rid of you.

Keep dreaming.

… If it's not obvious, I'm schizophrenic.

A high-functioning schizo according to your shrink. It's too bad you're not a sociopath, huh? Then you could have had that in common with Sherlock.

I have voices, like this one, harass me on a daily basis. Sometimes they're nice.

Do you even have anything in common with Sherlock?

But most of the time, they're assholes.

D'aw… Just like Sherlock. I knew you love me!

It took some time, but I eventually got used to them. Well… forced to get used to them, what with them being around since I was a teenager. At first, I thought it was probably my overactive imagination and I tried to ignore it, but as time passed, they grew obnoxiously louder and louder until I couldn't ignore them anymore. It made dealing with normal people… difficult.

So, you're a social guru now?

I'm not audacious enough to claim I share a common point with Sherlock in genius. However, in social skills, I can confidently say we're about the same if not worse. Social cues goes over my head. What people have as a filter for inappropriateness doesn't exist with me… or at least not in the same way most would expect.

Well, you're not wrong there, but you forgot the heartless bit.

I wouldn't say I'm heartless.

You totally are!

…But I have trouble understanding people and they get upset at me. When I say upset, they're really upset. I mean… why should I care about office drama or who's sleeping with who? It's not part of my job, I'm not getting paid to care about that nonsense. Parties are another thing I don't understand. It's not like my presence makes a difference in the party. They could have fun with or without me, yet they get upset if I don't go. I just… don't get it.

What I don't get is where you're going with all this. Is there a point to all this?

If you give me a minute, I could get to the point!

Hurry up!

The thing is… as much as I love Sherlock, I never thought I would ever get to the point of hallucinating and deluding myself to thinking I was in that world. Don't get me wrong, I've had episodes in the past where I've seen and heard things that didn't exist, but even then, I could still tell they're not real, but this…

"Hi," sang a familiar looking man in a Westwood suit.

Oh shit, is that who I think it is?

A sly grin graced his lips as his dark eyes glittered in excitement. At the corner of my eye, I could see several red laser pointer type lights on my person. Though, that wasn't as alarming compared to the heavy weighted vest with wires protruding out like messy Christmas lights. I definitely did not expect this.

"…Hello." I replied evenly, breathing a slow even breath out of my nose as I tried my best not to move.

"Don't be nervous," said the man playfully, as he clasped his hands together and slouched forward in his seat in front of me. "If you do exactly what I tell you to do, you will get out of this alive."

Well then… I'm fucked.

Totally.

Author's Notes: To clarify, I am a schizophrenic. This story is my way of destressing and coping with the endless bombardment of voices. This is done purely because I want to and because I enjoy sharing the countless worlds crowding my mind to whoever that's willing to experience it. If you don't like it, feel free to stop reading, but please be kind not to spread negativity as you do so. However, if you do stick around, I look forward to seeing you again in the next chapter! I intend to update as often as possible, until the story's completed.