AoD32: Hey guys I'm finally back to writing Fanfictions again this time I'm doing one based on the BBC's Sherlock,which is an amazing show I suggest to you all to watch,Sherlock Holmes is my favorite character from the entire series from his looks to his personality. I got the idea to do the fanfiction after watching certain scenes from different episodes in each season,So here I am hoping to write the best fanfiction I can please bare with me though as I do suck at capturing a character's personality so if I mess any of their personalities up please please please let me know just be nice about it. As this is my first Sherlock Fanfic I've written. I hope you all enjoy it

Warnings: Rape/Violence/Language/Abuse/Blood/

Note: My character is 21 so please no hate when it comes to her love interest,I think that's about it

To my bestie Kat: May I just say thank you for all the help you've give me with this fanfiction I truly appreciate all the help you've been giving me,And I hearby dedicate this chapter to you as my way of saying thanks again for all your helping me with. You are an awesome best friend I loves you Kat!

She had forgotten that above the hustle and bustle of the town that was called London, there was a beautiful sky. Not that there was anything in particular about the sky; it was still blue and quite frankly the clouds were still as white and fluffy as ever. So nothing particularly special. As a child Crystal had never went outside much, and when she did it was always the slow drizzle of rain that soaked her to the bone. She blew the brown strands of hair from her face as the wind blew slightly, causing her to wrap her coat around herself tighter. Despite the sun and clear sky, it was still too damn cold. She neared Regent's Park, her brown eyes scanning the lush green and the tall fountains as she passed. The park was increasingly busy today, with the nice weather. Just as she looked away, she felt herself crash into a solid object. The figure stood unmoving as she regained her bearings, her feet managing to not stumble her to the ground. She looked up at the tall, dark-haired figure, which seemed to not have noticed the sudden intrusion upon his personal space. His eyes were piercing as he set his calculated gaze on her.
"Honestly if you are going to wear heels, don't wear the ones that you obviously bought yesterday on the recommendation of a friend. Based on the slight reddening around the heel, they are too big for your feet anyway. Do try to think about the rest of the world before gallivanting through on your bad wardrobe choices." The figure stated, before promptly walking away, a much shorter, blonder, male running up beside him. She gaped as they walked around the corner and out of sight.
"What the fu…" Crystal muttered.

She was slightly angry with the taller man and decided to go after him looking for an apology. "How dare he,What right does he have to say those things to me" She quickly rounded the same corner as they had being sure to stick to the shadows and crowd of people in hopes not to get caught. It didn't take her long to find the two men they had stopped right in front of the one place she vowed to never return to "221b Baker Street...No it can't be they can't possibly live there can they?" She accidently said a little to loud. "Oh,Look John it seems we have ourselves a stalker" The taller man turned his attention to Crystal who was just standing there with a shocked look on her face. "Good,Now go apologize like we talked about" The man he called John told him in a rather stern voice. "What should I apologize for,Speaking the truth?" He didn't take his eyes off her as he replied to his friend noting the look of pure fear in her chocolate eyes.

By now Crystal had forgotten the whole reason she had followed them as memories of her past flooded her. "I told myself I would never come back to this place,This hell I called home but yet here I am" The panic would soon start to set in and she feared the images that would play in her head like some sick horror movie. John had noted this and decided to ask her what was wrong. "Are you alright?" He asked walking over to her slowly noting the trembling in her hands and her heavy breathing. "Yeah I'm alright I should really be going now" But as she turned to leave the tall man stopped her "Hold on your obviously scared of this place the question is why? What has gotten you so frightened you won't even look at the building" He wouldn't admit it but he found this girl's story rather interesting.

Crystal dug her nails deeper into her arms eyes were closed tight as she tried not to think about the memories "Please Sherlock,Now's not the time can't you see she doesn't want to talk about it" John put a comforting hand on her shoulder with a small smile trying to soothe her. "You don't understand I can't go in there not while he's still there" She answered her voice sad and low as she turned to face the two. "I guess I should tell someone." She gazed back at the detective. "Alright,But we have to talk inside" Oh yes she was quite interesting indeed.

Looks like she had no other choice but to follow them inside "Here" Sherlock opened the door to his and John's flat Crystal closing it behind her. She took note of all the science equipment that was spread out on the kitchen table which only made her wonder what type of guy he was. "Sit here" John put a small wooden chair in front of the living room he and Sherlock sitting in their arm chairs. "So tell us exactly what happened,And please try not to sound boring" He placed his hands under his chin as he continued to watch her. "Well at the age of 9 my mother had passed away leaving me behind to live with him. At first everything was fine but when I turned fourteen that's when it started happening" She took a breath before continuing "The beatings came everytime I would disobey him I'd get five lashes on my arms naturally the pain would go away after a while so it wasn't that bad,Some nights he would come home completely drunk which only made the beatings that much worse" Taking off her coat she pulled up one of her sleeves to show them the scars "You see my arm is nearly covered in them. But you see the worst of it all wasn't the beatings or the starvation it was the constant rape that happened every single night over and over and over" She was trying hard not to cry.

Her story left them both speechless neither one of them knowing what to say not even Sherlock himself had been just a tiny bit disgusted. "Oh and I should probably show you this" Crystal stood up and turned her back to them reaching behind her she lifted up her shirt just a little above her head to reveal a nasty looking scar going from her right shoulder blade down to the middle of her back. "You see some scars just never heal" She sat back down hoping that they would be able to help her. "Well Sherlock we have a case or not?" John asked turning to face his friend who still had his hands under his chin. "I believe we do John" Granted he may not be the best when it came to the love of women but he damn sure wasn't going to let that bastard walk away free from this.