Authors notes. this is my first chapter . i love the characters of Sherlock and i wanted to see how they became they way they are. in this chapter i came up with my own reason for a lot of questions about Sherlock's childhood. Sherlock is so cold and uncaring to some people? why does he resent Mycroft so much? Why he is he the way that he is?. I set this during his teenage years when mycroft has already gone of to uni. I hope you enjoy it :)
It was the first snowfall of the year and he was freezing. He watched the snowy wood where he sat and sat there in the cold and the glorious silence.
He hated being at home sometimes, he did sometimes enjoy it but it was a rare and fortunate occasion. He hated when his parents went on raging, arguing and blaming. it was too much to handle sometimes so he would just sit here and sit in till he fought it was safe. Not even the snow could keep him away from his spot when they started to argue.
He wanted to talk to it about to them but he kept on hearing his brother's sanctimonious voice telling him to try and not let it get to him and to not upset them. But his brother wasn't here he was off at university. He had escaped. But he couldn't escape yet; he was sentenced to 4 more years of this. And sometimes he even hated brother for that
It had started the same sort of way today. Someone had made a comment. An accusation had been made. Then it was the name calling. That was the worst bit because it poisoned your mind against them. It made you wonder whether what your parents had said about each other was true or just heat of the moment. Then they would start saying they would leave and start packing their bags. That's when usually he would leave then come back a few hours later and it would all be fine. Everyone would be forgiven. In till the next day. Then it would start all over again. The happiest times were the times in-between when everybody was happy.
Sometimes he just wanted them to stop and get it over with, Divorce. Then he wouldn't have to deal with fighting every day. But he knew that was selfish and it scared him how selfish it was. All he needed was this place. Just to be able alone and to be able to think.
Sometimes during the worst fights he would come out here and read and absorb everything he could science, biographies anything just to keep him distracted. Anything to distract him and to help feed his inquisitive mind.
At school people would play and have fun. He didn't want anything to do with them. He had seen what caring does to people. Anyway they didn't want him around anyway.
it was time to go back now, they would of finished about now. He got up from the bench he was sitting on and took a final look at the white flakes of show. Some people used to believe that snow was gods frozen tears. He could believe that, if humans can get so sentimental than why not god. So he walked back in the direction of the house. He walked from ice into fire
Thank you for reading. And remember to rate and review pls. And if you have any ideas on characters you want me to write about please say i would be happy to take on suggestions.
