"Where's Mummy Mycroft?"
It had came out so suddenly. Sherlock never really wondered about their parents. He was only a 5 year old child. He didn't Understand.
"What? Why do you ask such a question so suddenly Sherlock?"
"Well its just… At school all the other kids have Mummy's so collect them. And I thought you needed 2 people to create a baby" Sherlock asked with such innocence and misunderstanding in his voice.
"Your right you do, we did have a Mum once when you were a baby. She left though. And I pick you up from school
"Yes I know that its just… Why did she leave?" Sherlock asked. Mycroft saw his younger brothers eyes getting moist. God he couldn't tell him. He was too young!
"Well Sherly… When you were a baby Mummy had a funny little thing wrong her were. And well it was fatal. She died… But she's always looking down on you. Elizabeth loved you with all her heart Sherlock I swear."
A silent tear fell from Sherlock's pale teal eyes. "B-but, that's not fair! What did she die from Mycroft?"
"It was a thing called Cancer" Mycroft said getting rather emotional himself. He quickly hid his emotions and stayed strong for his little brothers sake. " You needn't worry Sherlock. Lots of children don't have Mothers. It doesn't mean your not loved. You are very loved Sherly alright? I love you, Father loves you -" Mycroft was cut of by Sherlock.
"Then why did he hit me!" Sherlock cried out in a heart breaking sob. Mycroft remembered that night so well…
Father was so upset about the news of mothers death. He went down to the pub with his friends. And came back Dangerously drunk.
Father stumbled through the door. Shouting and mumbling angrily under his breath. "SHERLOCK HOLMES! Get down here now"
Him and Sherlock had been in the silent library reading peacefully when the angry cry rang out from downstairs. Sherlock jumped out of his bloody skin. Dropping his book and eyes widening in terror. He mouthed something to Mycroft before hastily walking out of the room.
Mycroft never figured out what he had said. But almost a minute after Sherlock had left Mycroft heard the deafening sound of a whack! He heard his little brother only 4 screaming out in pain.
Mycroft had ran down the corridor to find his sibling. Mycroft was at the top of the marble stairs crouching down by the banister. He looked down to find his raven haired little brother sobbing on the floor with a brown/purple bruise forming on his cheek. Their father had hit him! Physically abused his own child! Mycroft was fuming. He ran down to comfort his little brother whispering comforting words in his ear "Its going to be alright shhhh calm down Sherlock. I'm here now everything's going to be okay hush…"
After coming out of the ever so painful memory he stared his little brother in the eyes. " Sherlock. I love you dearly. You are my little brother. And don't you ever forget that"
I think I'm getting the hang of this angst thing. Sorry for it being rather depressing. I just felt like pouring some dark fan fiction out into the internet. Woops… I hope you enjoyed it anyway. Reviews verrrry much appreciated! -Thatnerdygirl J x