"Your worthless, Sherlock." A voice echoed.
"Freak." echoed another.
"No I'm not! Shut up!" Sherlock retorted. He covered his ears, trying to block out the world. His long pale fingers became lost in the think, curly mess that was his hair. Despite the huge palms of his hands covering his ears, his effort was useless as the words danced around his mind.
"Oh, so...BORING!"
He curled into a ball, whilst letting out a small whimper. 'Go away!' Footsteps rattled across the room, but he ignored them "You're on the side of the angles... Sherlock, you're pathetic like them... Dressed in white... silly, small fairy wings..." the steps became louder. He curled up tighter and squeezed his eyes shut.
"I'm not an angel." He sobbed whilst tears fell down his face. "Go away Moriarty," The footsteps stopped and there was a long silence. Sherlock lifted up his head "YOUR DEAD!" he screamed.
"...SO BORING!" A large hand darted towards Sherlock's neck before grasping it. "you're.. so...boring..." the figure laughed as it lifted Sherlock into the air. It let out a chuckle "so boring" it chanted.
"l-let g-g-go!" Sherlock spluttered before clawing at the hand around his neck. Loud coughs and gasps escaped his mouth as he tried to breath.
"so...boring?" the shadow twisted its head up. "BORINGBORINGBORING SHERLOCK IS BORINGBORINGBORING." A manic smile grew on its face. "BORINGBORINBORING!" it lowered Sherlock so their eyes were level. "AHAHAHA SO BORING!" wild swirls circled around in its bright blue eyes. " . !" It demanded, however, he refused to open them. The hands' grip became tighter. Sherlock let out a gasp as he chocked. "OPEN THEM!" it crushed his neck, forcing them open. Silence fell as their eyes met.
...
'What..?. That's not Moriarty!'
The smile soon dropped from the figure's face. "How pathetic." It hissed before slamming Sherlock to the ground and walking a few steps away. "Dear, brother you always were so... STUPID!" Mycroft swung around with a angered look plastered across his face. 'nonononononononono!' Sherlock stumbled around. "Get up," Mycroft spat at him, "what a stupid little boy!"
"SHUT UP!" Sherlock screeched as he slowly stood up. "SHUT UP MYCROFT! YOU'RE THE USELESS ONE!" He clenched his fist and began to sprint towards Mycroft.
"Oh?" He peered over his shoulder. He turned around, Sherlock closing in on him. Mycroft grabbed the side of his coat and swung it across his body, completely hiding himself from Sherlock.
"DON'T HIDE YOURSELF NOW!" Sherlock drew closer, franticly flailing his arms. 'you are not getting away!' his hand enclosed around a part of the coat. 'you're mine.' He whipped his hand back, practically ripping the coat out of his way. He lunged forward only to find someone other than Mycroft.
"Hello." He beamed at Sherlock with the normal cheesy grin he pulled.
"What?" Sherlock fell to the floor and scrambled back.
"Hello, Sherlock." He took a step closer.
"Why are you here? No... It's not safe here!" Sherlock shot up and grabbed the smaller man's shoulders.
"WHY YOU? WHY ARE YOU HERE?" He began thrashing the man back and forth.
"I'm here because I wanted to tell you something Sherlock." He stated calmly whilst slowly removing the pair of hands that were crushing his shoulders.
"w-what?" Confusion filled his mind.
"Sherlock, i wanted to tell you-"