AN: This is my new story. It has some good moments but also some dark themes. My mind kind of went to a dark place when I was sick. I will be posting chapters by Molly's age segments and I will skip some ages. It's centered around Molly Hooper because I love this character. So I hope you enjoy.
On a side note- So on Halloween I was stuck inside my house I got Strep Throat. I don't know how I don't kiss people or share drinks. I had to quarantine myself while my friends celebrated. It's ok truthfully I did not want to leave bed. When I'm bored I'm like Sherlock I start to find ways to occupy my time. Luckily no one was home my family was with my sister celebrating.
Here's some things I did out of boredom of me being quarantine from being sick on Halloween:
-Every time someone knocked on my door( the lights were off a sign I don't have candy especially if I'm contagious with Strep Throat but people still knocked.) I would yell
"Save yourself I'm infected me."
-I have a big window in my living room so I opened up the blinds. When a person in an Angel costume would walk past I would smile and wave them. When a person in a devil or demon costume I would look scared and hold up the bible.
-I found out that you can cook eggs in the microwave and basically everything edible.
-played hide n seek with my animals. My dogs won every time and my cats didn't even try.
-Then the idea for this story popped into my head so I started to write it.
Warning- The story contains murder, suicide, non consensual sex, taboo and other disturbing things. The story is rated M.
Sherlock and Jim are three years older than Molly
Disclaimer- Everything I do not own Sherlock everything belongs to its respected owners I just own the idea for this fanfic
I hope you enjoy
MONSTERS
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.
-Friedrich Nietzche
Molly age five
The words were not jumbled or felt like a foreign language, no Molly understood every word perfectly. Her hearing and understanding have never been more clear.
"Molly? Molly can you hear me? I know this is hard for you to take and I am deeply sorry for your lost. Your parents were good people." The doctor, who knew her father who worked in the morgue and her mother who worked at the front desk, sympathized with her for he too felt a lost of a friend.
She understood him clearly that both of her parents were dead she had just lost her ability to speak. Something she would not get back for awhile. For the first time Molly had the feeling of hate surge through her. Something unusually for the girl who didn't even hate boys, or bugs, or creepy thing, or dead bodies, or even too girly things. Her curiosity had let her see the wonder and use in everything but now she hated.
She hated her parents for leaving her.
She hated the truck that hit them.
She hated the man who drove the truck.
She hated the words drunk driving.
Most of all she hated that she loved her parents so much and now she was alone.
Molly was definitely not alone though the monster wouldn't let her be alone.
Molly age seven
It had been years and Molly could still not find her voice. People took this as a weakness especially the kids at the orphanage who would shove her into the closet or make her look ugly right before people would come in to pick a child they wanted to take home. Molly learned to endure it wearing ugly clothes and locking herself in the closet before they could. Apparently she was a cute and smart girl that would get adopted with ease that threaten the other kids. Years later when she watched the movie Annie she would say it was a lie there was no singing, dancing, and getting along. There were good kids but they were too weak or scared to do anything. Putting her ear to the closet door she heard the commotion of the kids and the possibly would be parents. The door knob started to turn and before she could move away the door was swung open causing her to fall down. "That was a very easy hiding spot. Not very challenging at all." the young boy snorted.
Not caring to look up she started to close the closet door again but the boy yanked it open. "That's cheating I already found you." the boy complained tugging the door open. After a while with tug-a-war with the door Molly gave up and sat in the closet with the door open. The boy decided to give up looking for the rest of the kids, he knew where they were just didn't claim them, to sit in front of Molly. She was able to get a good look at him he was definitely not an orphan kid not in those clothes. The second thing she notice as she looked up was his curly black unruly hair and sky blue eyes he looked like a posh kid to Molly even acted like one.
"I'm Sherlock Holmes." the young boy introduced himself with a proud grin. His grin turned into a frown when Molly did not reply back. "Your suppose to tell me your name." he chided still unable to get an answer Sherlock got extremely close to her putting his hands to her body even opening her mouth to look inside. He stood back and looked at her from head to toe deducing her one more time.
When he was finished he concluded that she was not sick and she had the ability to speak but had no idea why she refused to speak must have been something traumatizing. Sherlock knew it was rude but he desperately wanted to hear her voice. He walked over to Molly and started to poking and irritating her each time she poked back or swatted his hand but Sherlock was persistent. Finally Molly could not take it anymore she snapped. "Stop!" she croaked her voice hoarse from not speaking for so long. Sherlock eyes widen and he waited for her to say more but she could not as her eyes glazed over with tears.
"I'm sorry" he apologized a first for the boy who didn't even apologized when he set his mom dinning table on fire saying it was for an experiment. Talking a piece of paper and pen from the desk nearby he wrote something down and handed it to Molly. "There is my address you can write letters to me. You cannot talk but you can write yes." he affirmed more than asked earning a nod from Molly.
Sherlock turned around on his heels and Molly ran after him grabbing his hand. He turned around to meet her as Molly flipped his hand over so his palm was faced up. She took her index finger and started to draw on his hand M-O-L-L-Y she spelled out.
"Molly." he whispered earning another nod from her but this time with a smile that made him smile back. "I hope to hear from you soon Molly." he spoke as he headed out the orphanage forgetting his game of hide and seek he wondered if they were still hiding. When Sherlock got home he wondered when she would write him or should he write her. One thing was for sure she only spoke one word but Sherlock liked her voice. Most of the time he found people talking annoying or distracting.
Unable to sleep Molly tossed and turned in her bed realizing she had never wrote anyone a letter nor received one.
Molly age eight
Molly and Sherlock wrote to each other for a year nonstop about everything and just random things. She learned that Sherlock was dead set on being a pirate. Whatever they could think of they wrote letters to each other. The other kids at the orphanage are jealous because Sherlock Holmes comes from a rich high status family. Molly could care less she likes the boy with curly hair, who lets her rake her fingers through it when he visits, and his odd habits for who he is not what he has. He gives her his phone number she knows he doesn't expect her to call. Sherlock family has mixed feelings his mom is happy he is showing interest in a girl. His dad is concerned for him but mostly for the family fortune. His older brother Mycroft, who has been keeping tabs on Molly, is finding it amusing. Sherlock and Molly visit each other when they can but find it hard when there are eyes everywhere watching them.
Sherlock overhears one of the butlers complaining about prank callers "They call but don't say anything."the butler complains.
The phone rings again and Sherlock picks it up knowing exactly who it is. "Molly you shouldn't be prank calling." he jokes. She does not say anything back. "Molly this is a phone your suppose to talk or do Morse code if you do I'll be able to understand." he confirmed putting the ear closer to the phone hearing her breathing nervously.
"uh...oh...pfftt...ummm." Is all Sherlock hears from Molly before he hears the dial tone.
A week later Molly calls and tells him "Hello." in a timid voice followed by her hanging up
A month later or so and she is able to say complete sentences.
Molly Hooper has found her voice and it was all because a young boy named Sherlock Holmes was looking for it.
Molly age nine
A young boy comes up to Molly one day, when all the other kids are finding potential mommy's and daddy's, to play with her.
"You're my family." he declares in an Irish accent. Everyone thinks it's adorable but none are aware.
Jim's parents adopt Molly. No longer will she be picked on Jim promises her that he will protect her.
A week later the orphanage burns down, with everyone trapped inside.
Molly finds out from the news. She doesn't speak but late at night she screams and cries.
Her adopted family comforts her. Molly's thankful for her family.
His family calls him James and Molly calls him Jim. He only lets Molly call him that.
Jim wants them to be closer but she's already close to someone else.
Molly age ten
Molly tries to call Sherlock but it's disconnected.
Around 700 letters are written to Sherlock not a single letter is written back.
Molly gives up on Sherlock.
There's pain in her chest.
Jim gets closer to Molly.
AN: Tell me what you think. Review and follow. By the way I have not abandon my other stories it's just that this one is stuck in my mind and I have to get it out. I'll be posting the next chapter for "Monsters" soon. Thanks for reading until next time.