Chapter 1

"Hey FREAK!"

"Weirdo!"

"Dickhead!"

It was the first day back in school from the summer holidays. Pure torture. What even was the point of school? Sherlock already knew everything the teachers taught there. In fact, he ended up correcting many of them. He wished he could just stay at home, away from all of the stupid people at school, away from the bullies. Especially Sebastian, that God-awful piece of work. Alas, in order to go to university, Sherlock needed to graduate high school, but the insufferable principle refused to move him up a grade or two, and Mummy wouldn't let him transfer schools. He just had to endure it for three and a half more years…

"FREAK. I'm talking to you, so listen up."

"Go away Sebastian, I'm not in the mood."

"The HELL you aren't! You're gonna do as I say, or I'll punch your lights out."

Sherlock gulped, terrified of the bigger, stronger boy in front of him and quickly shut up.

"I'll tell you one last time," Sebastian started, "if you don't show up tonight, me and the lads will hunt you down, and we will find you. Is that clear?"

"Crystal," muttered Sherlock in reply. He dreaded going to the boys' change room every day after school had ended, for Sebastian and his gang beat him up dreadfully, but he had made the mistake of not showing up once, and true to his word, Sebastian had hunted him down, and been even more violent than usual. Sherlock had ended up going to the hospital with a broken arm.

Sherlock's lessons that day were as dull and boring as always, however today he just didn't feel like correcting the teachers. He just sat quietly in his desk, watching the clock tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Before he knew it, the final bell rang, and everyone jumped out of their seats. Sherlock ran quickly to his locker to get his stuff before the grade ten hallway got too crowded, then took his time in getting to the change room.

Sebastian and his mindless followers were already there and waiting when Sherlock arrived in the boys' changing room. The gang created a circle around Sherlock without hesitation, and began hitting him.

"Nasty bastard, you are!"

"Just shut up and hit him!"

Insults and fists were flying everywhere, and it was all Sherlock could do to curl up into a ball and occasionally shout out a deduction.

"How are you handling the breakup, Jim? Your eyes are red and puffy from crying, and Sarah's been avoiding you all day-obviously she broke up with you-" Sherlock broke off, screaming in pain when Jim started clawing and kicking at him.

"Don't," Jim threatened, "say anything about Sarah."

"Why?" Sherlock replied, "because she left you? Good thing she did; must've been an awful relationship."

"Shut the FUCK up!"

The kicks and the punches increased, but thankfully it was all over a few minutes later. Sherlock attempted to get up off the floor when all the lads had left, but he was in too much pain. Eventually, he just gave up and lay on the floor, hoping no-one would find him when he looked so weak and vulnerable.