Dark Youth

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I never quite understood why exactly he was so introverted.

He seemed to ignore the teasing and being called a freak by his classmates, but I could see sometimes he wished for a friend more than anything at moments.

This 6th grade class always seemed so normal, very typical and uneventful.

But sometimes it seemed off.

I could feel his electric blue eyes nearly pierce my skin as his eyes traveled around, noticing every detail.

This was the day when he was the quietest.

I approached him after school. He simply ignored me.

Sherlock… I was wondering if you were okay.

I see that he is a bit surprised that someone said something to him that wasn't to insult him, especially to ask if he was okay. He gave a small nod and continued walking towards his house. I decided to fallow him home, he wouldn't react anyway.

When he got to his house, he walked inside, holding the door a split second longer to let me in. I couldn't hear any other noises in the house other than our breathing and the scuffling as he took off his shoes. I did the same. He walked up to his room. You would have never expected that it was an adolescent's room, but maybe an adult who was maybe a scientist or something, except more dark. There were thick books about chemistry and stuff on autopsies and cases and such. The room was a blank white, and there wasn't much more than a bed, dresser, desk, and a bookshelf. The room was quite large, as was the entire house.

I hear a rustling noise as a boy, older than Sherlock, walked by, most likely his brother. He glared at Sherlock, and then glanced confusedly at me. I looked back at Sherlock who was sitting on his bed, appearing to be in deep thought.

My guess is that you're not going to speak much. I'll be going now then.
 I turn and begin leaving.

Anyway, I hope things get better, whatever it is.

And with that I leave the house.

I never expected I'd ever run into him again after we completed school.

That was false.

A good friend of mine brought me to meet a man. I deeply believe this man knew, but always acted like he didn't. he always had everything all figured out.