Young Self
Sherlock is in the middle of an important mystery when he faints. His mind recalls when he was younger. At school, but he his there. He has to pass to the real world through all his lost memories of when he was young, but he is against the clock. Can he make it back? Find out! Bad summary, but please read and review.
Chapter 1
Sherlock examined the body of the young woman. "Now let me see…" he thought. First of all he looked at the womans feet. Dry skin, worn shoes, must do a lot of running, trainers for a jog or a run. Legs very stick like, a lot of bruises, fallen down a lot of times, and a serious dis-joint , broke a leg once. Waist very wide, body slim, new coat, shops a lot all clothes new, except shoes. Why shoes? Clothes very cheap, not a girly girl. New toothbrush, soap, bad aroma and no makeup. Strong whiff of spray, not perfume, has a cheap car. Hair not brushed.
"Found anything, Sherlock?" John asked.
Sherlock stood up. He felt dizzy. He held his head. He felt like he was on a record player being spun round and round and round. Then it happened. He collapsed on the floor, un conscious. "Sherlock?" John asked. He kneeled down next to him. "Sherlock, can you hear me, Sherlock?" John repeated. "Molly!" He shouted, "Molly, help me!" Molly came rushing into the room. As soon as she saw Sherlock on the floor not moving she kneeled down next to him.
"What happened?" She asked, nervously.
"I don't know, Molly!" He replied.
Meanwhile, In Sherlock's head something strange was happening. Something he couldn't explain. He saw his own nursery. He walked onto the playground and stood bewildered. He knew that the place had been knocked down years ago and had been built into flats! He sat down on one of the old, wooden benches. All of a sudden, A load of kids and their mums came onto the playground and walked straight past him, not even glancing at him! Was he invisible? One boy he saw he knew, ever so well, it was him. The boy glanced at Sherlock and smiled. It was so warming to Sherlock, he wasn't invisible. He tug at him mum and pointed at Sherlock. But the mother said to him, "Sweetie, no one is there. It's your imagination!" His mother told him. Down hearted the boy went into the building.
Sherlock could not explain it. Every single person could not see him except that boy, himself. Why could no one see him? Why was he there in the first place? What was he suppost to do?