James Moriarty is Richard Brook
Right, hello. I'm James Moriaty. I believe that my story is not well told I believe that I am made out to be heartless; I hope my story will change your opinion
I was five years old when my parents started to change, they started to abuse me. I remember it clearly, my dad was a drunk and my mum was very passive. My dad came in one night, drunk like usual. He bellowed my name, "Richard!" I remember running for my life and hiding behind the couch. He followed me grabbing me by my shirt collar and shouting in my face. He clenched his fist and hit me around the head, as I lost consciousness the house door flew open and I saw a man and then blackness…
As I awoke about three hours later in a hospital room, the man I saw sitting opposite me he spoke in a calm voice "Richard... how are you feeling?" he asked gesturing to my now stitched head. I replied "yeah, I'm not too bad, H-How did you know my name?" I asked in my very strong Irish accent. The man sighed "your teacher expressed some concern to us of your wellbeing at home and as we now know, she was right." I still had not managed to take it in; I only inclined my head towards him. He then spoke again "we are taking you into foster care, we can advise you in changing your name if you want to?"I jumped at the opportunity to start again. "YES! Yes please" I managed to calm myself down a little. The man replied "okay then" he took out some forms "right here we go" he filled out the form. Whilst I was thinking of whom I could be. "So thought of a name yet Richard?" I at once shouted "JAMES!" the man chuckled, "okay, James... thought of a surname?" I shook my head slowly. "How about Moriarty?" I nodded quickly. "Yes! I am James Moriarty!" the man nodded smiling warmly "Yes you are kid, yes you are..." and with that he left.
This is the first part of my true story, and was how I became James Moriaty. I hope you enjoyed this part and you will continue reading.
-James xx