Madeline sat in agony. The dozens of drumming heart beats rhythmically separately in the background along with the roaring of raspy breaths in ecstasy and pain. Even with the windows boarded up, everything was so bright it stung, and the smell, ooh god the smell. Aged and fresh vomit, piss, shit, cum, blood, and sweat. She had gotten herself frozen in a coke house. Madeline loved the high, she loved to be high, but the only problem is that her conic heightened peripheral condition gets worse with it. God how did she end up like this?
She's been propped against a wall sitting on the edge of a mattress with more diseases than one would like our even want to know for days. Could it of been a week? Madeline just wants to be back home, she needs her prescription that is made by either her father or her god father, her own bed, and food. The light shifted in front of her, automatically she thinks it's a new straggler, the sound of their weight on the floor boards wasn't a skinny shuffle, but a normal average weight. Who was this?
She waited till the mystery man was in her field of view, and was hurt to see who it was. Obviously it was her uncle. Mycroft, the British government and the most annoying relative who always found her. Madeline never asked why Sherlock or john ever found her. Well for the next month knew that she's going to stay with him, detoxing. The disappointment was apparent on Mycroft's face as he picked her up.
He also knew what was going on in her mind, on the inside she can't feel anything move, or consciously move any limb, however her eyes still move giving off more thought than someone might think. Mycroft picked Madeline up and carried her to his car, and climbed in beside her.
"To my house, please" he told his driver, and they were on their way.
Shortly through the drive Mycroft covered Madeline's eyes to help lower her overall sensory intake till they arrived home. She figured that she was finally starting to "defrost" because her sense of time was completely thrown off, and they were already home.
"Take Madeline to her special room, and make sure it's supplied..." Mycroft ordered and got out of the car.
When he removed his hand from Madeline's eyes all she wanted to do was scream but all she could do was cry. The man that was previously driving the two picked her up, and she noticed that it was Steve. Madeline was soon in her room, on her bed and staring at her blank ceiling. After a while someone came into her room and moved things around, it sounded like Steve was making sure she had food for the next week. That's the schedule Mycroft set for Madeline whenever he did find her.
she would spend a month, the four and a half weeks, totally recovering, first week is detoxing, second week is as she named it starvation, third recovery, fourth preparation, and the half is re-entry. Thankfully Madeline was finally going to sleep, her eyes slowly closed as the world around her became dull, and silent, now she would sleep till her body would wake her up begging for another high.
Meanwhile Mycroft was in his office taking to rest of the night off, finding his dear niece who takes after his brother a little too much sometimes, was always exhausting. He took a sip of his drink and texted his brother
"The month starts today. MH"
Mycroft set down his phone and drink, and stared into the fireplace thinking of how to break this cycle that Madeline has. So far the method he used for Sherlock wasn't working for his niece. His phone buzzed with another text.
"Where was it this time? SH"
Mycroft sighed and replied with the address, and thought that maybe having her stay at his house for a longer period of time, or maybe switch to a public school... he looked at his phone.
"Have her stay there longer. John is going to have her enlisted into a different school. You're getting slow. SH"