A/N: Me no own, you no sue. Oh, and to my dear Ravencaller, the reason the case files are so similar is because I used Emilie's as a kind of an outline for me. I found it on YouTube one day and was like "Hey, this gives me a great idea for a fanfiction!" And I suppose the rest is history.
Ravings of a Fevered Mind
Chapter 2: Miss Lucy Had Some Leeches
I've estimated that I've been in this cell for a little over a week now, give or take a few days. The days just seem to roll by slowly as I hope that each day brings me closer to death. When you are in the dark pits of despair, the only thing you can hope for is a quick death.
About the second or third day, I began my so called "treatment"; if being poked and prodded with large needles is any sort of treatment. To tell the truth, it's not very pleasant; and I've learned that trying to fight your way out of it just causes you more pain and suffering. Yesterday (well, I think it was yesterday) I had my head bashed against the wall by Mr. Watson because I wouldn't sit still. My head is still throbbing and my arms still hurt from being jabbed with needles for the 600th time.
I lie on the cold floor in the middle of my cell and watch as the shadows climb up the walls. As I watch they seem to change into monsters with razor-sharp teeth, ready and willing to ensnare me. I crawl to the far corner of my cell and hug my knees to my chest, as if this would some how protect me from my demons.
I sit here for a few hours. Everything is as quiet as the grave; until I hear a very strange sound. I listen for awhile and realize that it's the sound of someone singing.
"Mum?" I say in a whispered hush.
I listen harder and realize that it couldn't be mum's singing. It sounds more like that of a young girl's. I creep to the cell's door to try to get a better listen. I put my ear to the door, but the voice is still indistinct. I lean against the door and it opens a bit. I jump back, but the door doesn't open anymore. Mr. Watson must have forgotten to lock it the last time he threw me back into my cell. I slide the door open a bit and creep out. I look up and down the hall and see that there's not a soul there. I walk toward the direction of the sound and realize that it's actually two people singing. As I edge closer I can make out what they are saying.
"Miss Lucy had some leeches," the voices sing, "Her leeches like to suck, and when they drank up all her blood she didn't give a
Funny when the doctor had locked her in her cell, Miss Lucy screamed all night that they should go to bloody
Hello! To the surgeon, with scalpel old and blunt, he'll tie you to the table then mutilate your
Come its nearly teatime, the lunatic arrive, the keepers bleed them all until there's no one left a
Lively little rodents are eaten up by cats; we're subject to experiments like laboratory rats
I dropped a teacup, how easily they break; I'm on my hands and knees until I've paid for my mistake…"
I shudder at the meaning of the lyrics. I walk over to the cell which the singing is coming from. I approach the door and knock on it.
"'Ello?" I mutter.
The singing stops and I hear a few hushed words. The door slowly slides open and a thin arm quickly pulls me in. I stumble into the cell as the door is shut behind me. I blink a few times and before me stand two girls, around my age.
"'Ello! I'm Miss Lucy!" says one enthusiastically.
"And I'm Miss Mary." says the other.
A/N: The lyrics to the song "Miss Lucy Had Some Leeches" belong to the amazing Emilie Autumn.