Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock Holmes. Never have never will. They belong to the people at BBC and the original author Arthur Conan Doyal.
Mature content, non-con, rape.
He sat with his hands in his curly hair. He hated this room. He just wish that someone would love him for him and not the person they want him to be.
Sherlock takes a deep breath. He knows it doesn't help to think about it. No one believe him when he told them what happened to him. Why they think he is a liar he doesn't truly understand. He never gave them a reason to think he is a liar.
He looked at his arm were a small mark sat. He knows that it is a bond mark. His mate has the same mark on his/her arm as well. Unfortunately he doesn't understand why he has one. No one cares about him. Never have and most likely never would.
He falls back onto his bed. His breath is raged and full of pain. Why would he keep on doing this? Why didn't mummy or his brother listen to him? They say they care but it doesn't look that way. Sherlock curled into himself.
After a while sleep came to take him into a welcome unconscious stated.
Few years later.
Sherlock walked trough the lab. His arm still felt stinging from the cuts. He knows that he shouldn't cut but it is the only why he get his mind to shut down for a few hours. After the last forced rehab he knows if he does it again he would have to make sure no one could find him.
He looks up when the door open. It was just John. They started to stay together a few months back. So far he doesn't get to mad at Sherlock for his eccentrics and for that Sherlock was for the most part glad off. He knows that he shouldn't just keep on pushing people away but it is just so much easier to do it. They don't really care for him expect when they want something of him.
Sherlock glanced at John when he notice that he was standing rather awkwardly in front of him. "Yes?" he drawled out. "We need to talk." Sherlock felt the wave of anxiety getting ready to crash over him. Why would John suddenly want to talk? He went out of his why to make sure that he keeps as much as possible the 'not good' parts down. True fully he didn't want to scare John away since he felt safe with him even when he can't really explain why.
"What do you want to talk about John?" Sherlock turned his body to face John. He felt the doctors gaze on his arm more than he saw it. He quickly looked down at his arm to see if the marks where open. And to his growing horror there was just enough of his skin showing to show two of the marks on his arm. John looked at him with sadness. He didn't dare to go forward and invade his space but the silent demand for an answer was there.
Sherlock slowly stood up his whole body was shaking with fear. He always made sure that no one would know about the marks. He knows how most people reacted when they see them. They just made the feeling worse that he is all alone in the world and he didn't want to feel that why. He just want someone to not see him as a freak. He violently shook his head at the silent demand. He didn't want to talk about it.
"Sherlock, you can talk to me I promise I won't make fun of you for hurting." John's voice was soothing to Sherlock but he still didn't want to talk about it. "How about you finish up here and then we can go home and talk about this without anyone gets a change to pray into why." He was glad that John made it sound like a suggestion even if they both know that in the end he would have no choice but to talk to John.
Tbc
Hey guys. So I don't know where this story is going to go. I will try and update ever week at least once a week. Hope you guys enjoy.