Double Sherlock
A Sixteen Year Old Boy
The sixteen-year-old Sherlock Holmes sat in the grass under a tree in his garden. He watched the grass swaying with the wind. He raised his light eyes up towards the sky. It was perfectly blue without any clouds. Sherlock laid his head softly down on the ground and closed his eyes. He could hear the leaves in the trees with the wind and the cars driving past on the street.
Sherlock fell into a sleepy dream, this time it was about his father. The tall pale man with the dark brown hair stood there yelling at Sherlock. Sherlock who had heard him yelling at him many times before just looked at him with his grey eyes without listening. He said nothing back to his father when he asked about where he had been all day. His father was about to hit him.
Sherlock awoke just before the dream was about to turn out worse.
He sat there knowing what had happened in the dream was true. He suddenly felt the tears stream down his face. His father alcoholic had hit him before, his mother had tried to stop his father from hitting him and his brother Mycroft, but it never did any good.
He heard some footsteps and quickly whipped his tears from his pale face.
"Are you all right?" a soft voice asked.
Sherlock looked up; there was a man about his thirties standing there.
"Are you talking to me?" Sherlock asked him looking confused.
"Yes, you" the man answered.
