What happens when everyone hates you? I will tell you what. You hide you wish to disappear but my little brother decided to show them. Show them he was perfect. He did things perfectly. He always was his best to people. He would have loved to have someone who treated him like he treated them.
Sherlock wasn't one to always think things through completely. He would rush ahead. If it was school work than he would normally even be right. As for with people its best to wait. Wait for them to understand.
We used to play together. He was so strange. He thought he could fly when he was 5. Jumped out of a tree. Being who he was he just got up and didn't do it again. He didn't acquire any injuries either. That was probably the day he decided he couldn't fly. Though he decided the next day that I could. So he pushed me off over the banister. I broke my arm. That was the day he realized we don't fly gravity kicks in and hurts us.
He also learned not to bite off more than he could chew that day. He decided I was fat as it is and I didn't need all of my food. So he ate it all. He choked because he ate too fast.
Even knowing these things he jumped. He knew the consequence, maybe if I hadn't of broken my arm he wouldnn't have jumped. He wouldn't have decided to hurt us too. He bit off more than he could chew. He jumped and left us. The inconsiderate prick. Always thinking of himself. Not realizing we don't think like him. He didn't think of how much it would hurt us. Especially me, John too.
