A friend. I thought of what it would be like to finally have a friend. But why text me why not just come out and speak to me. Was this person like me did they see through everything and everyone. I needed to know I wanted to know. I didn't dare text my new friend again I would wait until they texted me, I could play the waiting game, a game intended for two.

I had told staff nurse Rita I could work every other day but she had decided to give me tomorrow off to recover and that I would start on Thursday, I realised that I could only work two days Thursday and Saturday. Maybe I could push Sunday in as well if they would let me, after Sunday it would be school and i didn't want to think about that.

I got home to a worried Nora and Dexter who looked pale and scared. The lady who worked at the chilrens care home was there. "Cara we can't cope anymore." That's all they said before I was whisked away back to the care home. Apparently the hospital had phoned up and told them I had fainted. I didn't think it was really that bad, but apparently it was. The care home had took my phone off me and i wasn't aloud out for one day so I could settle in. Shit. I would miss my appointment with Sherlock. However the care home had already thought of that and had appointed me a new psychiatrist for children who couldn't cope, basically it was their way if telling me I wasn't going to get fostered again because I was mentally unstable and cut myself to keep calm. What they didn't know was that I was coping fine until I was uprooted from my life and placed in a concrete box with windows where people throw unwanted kids into. Shit. shit shit shit. Shit. I couldn't live here with nothing to amuse my mind with id drive myself mentally insane. I went straight to bed, no help came, no inspirational message came from my friend, no help from Sherlock. John the one person I truly believed to be decent left me inside my own personal hell, my brain prison. For one fucking year two shit months and 23 hours, I knew I was counting.

"Cara are you going to talk to me. You've not said anything for two weeks now, your scaring us."

"I'm great just fine actually. I have no family. No friends. I'm failing school, but don't worry I'm doing fine in this concrete hell hole. You however are not doing so well, the spilt milk on your shirt came from one of those cheap milk cartons you get on trains meaning you had to rush out. Probably because you didn't go home last night you went to your ex-fiancé to 'finish stuff'. Your husband however thought you were working late, to bad you forgot to pick your daughter up from dance. Oh you forgot, yes well your husband didn't he picked her up after the instructer rang him. Unfortunately for you he drove past your ex's house and guess what your car was there. So yes thankyou for asking so far my brain is still working meaning I'm not dead so yes, I'm fine."

...

"Have you talked to Mycroft lately. " John asked Sherlock. "For God's sake Sherlock we can't leave her there any longer she's breaking, faster then I thought she would."

"There's nothing he can do, this is for the best John she's safe there, Moriarty he got to close. He was texting her John. If I hadn't have found out I wouldn't have been able to get her phone confiscated and Mycroft wouldn't have been able to disrupt the frequency blocking there connection. "

"I know but she's locked her self up. Both physically and mentally she's falling apart."

"What do you suggest we do John, she doesn't trust anyone!" Sherlock yelled. "Not even you."

"There is one person she trust's."

"Who...?"

...

"Cara you have a visitor." I turn over in my bed groaning at the frustration of moving my muscles. It had been a few days since I told my Psychiatrist about her 'issues' and as a consequence I had been put in quiet time, or safety lock down as it was known as to adults. Strictly no interaction until I had calmed down.

The Dr from the hospital John was at stood infront on me. "Dr Keogh what a pleasant suprise."

"Trust me when I say I don't do this for just anyone." He answered

"So who are you doing it for?" I asked

"A patient I have is suffering from a broken rib but she won't let us x-ray her because she's pregnant."

"Whats that got to do with me."

"Nothing, but the so called dad there says he's your 'friend'."