I never thought much of death. I knew it would come eventually, but didn't suspect the meeting will be so soon in my life. Barely out of university, I felt my life hadn't even started. I felt I was waiting all my life to start living, waiting to get my exams done, waiting to get into the university, waiting my hair to grow out, only to cut it again and the process to start all over again. Living was exhausting, so much so that I welcomed death like an old friend.
As much as I loved stories and fairytales, I never believed in life after death. So when I woke up again, I thought that maybe I survived. That thought evaporated when I saw giant heads looking at me. There were very blurry and made absolutely no since, before quickly realizing that it was me that somehow became smaller. So small in fact, that I was the size of a baby.
It took some time, witch I estimated was around a month, for me to be able to see and hear thing around me. And then one minute to realize that I was basically living in a TV show. Not even my favorite show.
Sherlock.
Sherlock Holmes.
Sherlock Holmes was my father.
It was then that I for the first time in my second life, cried.
Not actually having anything against the show, witch is in fact amazing. But if having opportunity to live in fictional world and not get in Harry Potter was insulting.
I noticed something different with me, if before my memory very much non existing except if I loved the thing that I read or happened, now I could focus my brain to remember detail of my past life that I didn't know even existed, as If i could relive it on fast mode. The first couple of month I did just that, it was the only was not to die of boredom, reliving every lesson, book I read, language I learned as a child, but forgot, knowledge of some sports and dances and everything else I could think of. with every knew thing I understood things on level I could never hope to accomplish.
Sherlock was the only constant in my new existence, with occasional visit from other family members. It was surreal, seeing the people I only though existed in the screen on my tv and in the books. They each took time to speak to me, to try to get me to speak in turn, even if everything I said came out as gibberish. Not having teeth and enough muscles on my tongue, witch I took time to try to accomplish faster, nothing I said made any since to them.
The other remarkable thing was how easy it was for me to see those people as a family. Something I didn't even feel to my previous one. My old family never wanted a child, besides wanting to be considered normal, and it was normal to have a child. They both worked full hours and didn't know how to get close to a child. By the time I grown up and we finally had things to discuss, it was to late to establish any kind of bond. Not to say that my life was difficult, I had lots of friends and like my parents my schedule was very full since I could remember, most of the time I was done I went strait to sleep, so more times that not, I didn't even notice that they weren't in my life. I wasn't exactly spoiled, but I guess the 'buying my love' cliche was something my parents excelled at.
So like I was saying, it was very easy seeing myself love my new family. Something I would not expect from Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes was emotional context, but they show some, or tried to. Maybe it was because never having it, it was much more pronounced for me to see some of it, to appreciate it for what it was.
Somehow in this weird fantasy world, where crime, murder, drugs, psychopaths and sociopaths all around me and more to come, I found I was no longer waiting. But living.