A/N: Hi guys! This is my first Sherlock fanfic! I've been thinking about this idea for a while, and I wrote this quite a while ago, but only now did I finally post it. So yeah, enjoy!
Why Can't I just go home? Leave me alone!
Oh dear, here we go again.
Those were the thoughts that I picked up from the people around me. Most people's thoughts were so angry; up until I was sixteen, I never knew how angry the world actually was. The day after I turned sixteen, was the day I developed the ability to hear people's thoughts. Comes in handy, I must say. I also get these random visions of the future.
Anyway, this morning I almost had a heart attack. I woke up and I had wings. Yep, you read right, a pair of white feathery wings. And what made me even more freaked out was that the night before I didn't have anything resembling wings on my back, and this morning I wake up with a pair of fully grown wings. I've always wanted wings, so it's great that I have them, but on the other hand, it's going to be hard to conceal them from the rest of the world. I went for a flight this morning, and it was the best feeling in the world. I only have to push down with my wings, in order to lift myself off the ground. And if you're wondering 'how the hell does this strange person magically know how to fly?', I've been obsessed with having wings ever since I can remember, so I decided that in case my dream came true, I may as well know how to use my wings, and so I did some research. Anyway, back to the present time:
"Let's start with them!" said a man, pointing his figure to a couple, probably mother and son, who were sitting across the room. This man was sitting next to a rather plain, and yet open-minded looking man, who looked like how a student does, when their teacher starts one of their rants.
"Probably a mother treating her son, by the way she's only eating very little. She's wearing a ridiculous dress, which does not suit her at all" (I had to agree with the man on that one). "Probably a present from her son, remember she's treating her son to dinner. Obviously she's trying to get into her son's good books. Why? Money, it is evident by her jewellery and her complexion, that she doesn't have much money. Perhaps she's in debt, which would explain why she's trying to make herself look rich, but failed entirely. Now let's move on, nope, those two are boring." He said, gesturing towards a young couple, who were sitting at the table next to mine. "How about the hunchback over there?" he said, pointing in my direction. I suddenly realised that, with my wings lightly tucked in against my back; I would look like I had a hunched back posture. I would tuck my wings in more, but I'm afraid I'll damage them or something.
"You can tell straight away that she's an outcast. Just look at what she's wearing! Baggy clothes, also suggests insecurity, and self-consciousness. You can tell that she's just had a major shock, perhaps the death of a pet? More likely her boyfriend dumped her. If it were the death of a close relative or of her boyfriend, then she wouldn't be out eating in a place like this. Then there's the way she's done her hair, tightly pulled up, suggests trying to move on with life, but failing entirely."
It was all I could do not to burst out laughing. Then I thought of a better idea.
It was easy enough, searching through the two men's thoughts, to get this man's phone number. I found it, then immediately grabbed my phone, punched in the man's phone number, and typed in one little word.
I heard the man's phone beep, indicating that he has a text. However, he didn't look at it. He was staring intensely at the fire place, which was on the other side of the room. Instead, the man sitting next to him (you know, the plain looking one) picked up the phone, and frowned.
"Sherlock" he said. "you got a text, unknown number. All it says is wrong." Immediately, the man, presumably called Sherlock, took the phone, looked at the screen, and started looking around at everyone in the room. I purposely tried to make my behaviour seem natural, so I deliberately picked up my drink of orange juice, and started drinking it, pretending to look thoughtful. Being a mind-reader, you know how people's minds tend to work, and what behaviour they think seems suspicious; although Sherlock's mind was a lot busier than anyone else's. It made these deductions about people; most of them were right, or rather, every one of them was right except one; the one about me.
I decided to get up and leave, seeing as I had finished my orange juice, and so, it would be a bit weird if I just remained sitting there, alone, staring at all the different people in the room. When I got back to my apartment, I found a notice on my door. It said: Dear Emma, although we realize that this is on extremely short notice, we have to ask that you pack up your things, and leave your apartment by the end of the week. Another person is going to occupy your apartment, and we feel that they will be more suited to the apartment than you. Best Wishes, Felicity Goodman, president of Whitsafoot apartments.
…oh… What am I going to do? Where am I going to live? I mean, I could make the person change their mind(because I can control people's minds, as well as read them), but my creepy feeling is telling me not to do that(I tend to get a feeling about things, just another creepy thing about me I suppose). And because my creepy feeling is very annoying, it doesn't bother telling me what I should do now, and where I should go. I could talk to Auntie Maddy(her real name is Madeline but I like to call her Maddy, and plus, she prefers Maddy), yeah, that feels like a good idea. She insists that she doesn't mind when everyone calls her by her last name, but I know she does (I know she does mind because I've looked into her mind).
Before long, I was outside the block of apartments which my aunt owns, and ringing the doorbell. "Auntie Maddy!" I exclaimed as she opened the door to the block of apartments, which Auntie Maddy owns.
"Emma! Hello sweetie! I hear you're having a rough time at the moment?" Auntie Maddy asked.
"Not really, it's just that I got kicked out of my apartment, and I was wondering if there were any spare apartments here?" I asked. She thought that getting kicked out of your apartment was bad? Take this from someone who can read people's minds(hear people's thoughts, whatever you want to call it), and so can see their struggles, their memories and desires; trust me, there are a LOT worse things to happen than losing your apartment.
"Well, as it happens, I have. I can put the rent price down a bit if you want to take it" Maddy offered kindly.
"Really? Wow, thanks! Could you just show me the apartment you had in mind?" I asked, feeling very grateful towards Maddy.
She took me to see the apartment. On the way there, I almost choked. I hadn't really been concentrating about Maddy's thoughts, but now that I concentrated more, I could see that Sherlock also lived in her block of apartments. 221 Baker Street. Great, now I have to put up with a high functioning sociopath, who also happens to be a consulting detective. I mean, it sounds very exciting and all, and I could most definitely help him with a case, should he need it. But I also knew that he was very rude and inconsiderate, and would most definitely not want my help on a case. And because my telling the future thing feels the need to pop up at the most random moments, I saw a vision of me working with Sherlock and John(John was that plain-looking dude, you know, the one that checked Sherlock's phone, because apparently Sherlock was too lazy to answer the phone himself).
I'm not like Alice in Twilight, where I see people's decisions, and so when a person changes their mind, the vision changes. I'm not quite like that, and the visions that I see are much more accurate than Alice's. What I mean is, my 'visions' have never once been wrong, and they don't show me what people decide either. And plus, it randomly happens out of the blue. Anyway, I'm getting a little side-tracked.
I almost choked going up the stairs. "Are you alright, dear?" Maddy asked anxiously.
"yeah, I'm fine" I said, trying to sound reassuring. The truth was, I wasn't sure what to do. I could take this apartment, but then, judging from Maddy's thoughts, I would have to put up with strange noises, at all hours of the night, coming from Sherlock and John's apartment.
As soon as Maddy led me into the apartment, I knew that I would end up living here. It was perfect; perfect size, even the colours looked perfect. The only thing that wasn't perfect was the sound of a gunshot.
