Note: Hello all! This is my first go at writing Sherlock fanfiction, so I'm sorry if the characters are a little OC. I wrote this because I was singing in the shower and I suddenly got inspiration that wouldn't leave no matter how much I told it that I needed to get to sleep cause I had school in the morning, and remember reviews are love! 3
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's Sherlock... or any form of Sherlock. However if I did own Sherlock then there would be more Johnlock, more episodes and more half naked Benedict Cumberbatch (or whole naked, I'm not fussy). All rights go to the writers and given I've based this of BBC's Sherlock that's Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss and the rest of BBC I suppose. Although if Steven Moffat and/or Mark Gatiss are reading this you can have my story.
Annnyyywayyy... On with the story!
When I was young I had a friend, well I think he was a friend but he could have very well been an enemy. He had short black hair and big brown eyes. None of the other kids really liked him, but none of them liked me either so I didn't mind.
He would whisper into my ear that we were better than the others, that we were special and they were ordinary. He would tell the other children cruel things and I think that's what made them hate him. But he told me I was cruel as too and I suppose that's why they hated me as well.
Sometimes he would tell me cruel things, he would say that I was like the others, ordinary, boring. He would chase me round the playground and the school and up the steps to the roof. He said that one day we would die together because I wasn't really boring but the world was. When I asked why we had to die together he said it was because there would be nothing to entertain us once the other was gone. He said we were made for each other, yin and yang, good and bad, black and white. I never really was sure who was good and who was bad.
When I was young I had an enemy well I think he was an enemy but he could have very well been a friend. He had curly black hair and eyes that never could settle on one colour, always shifting between blue and green, sometimes even grey. None of the other kids really liked him, but that was fine because it meant that he was all mine.
He would whisper into my ear about the things he saw and he always saw too much. But that was because he was special, better than the others, he was like me. He would tell the other children about the things he saw and I think that's what made them hate him. But they didn't like me either so that was ok.
Sometimes he would say that he didn't like me, that he didn't want to be near me, but he was never a nice child, so I didn't mind. I would chase him around the playground and the school and up the steps to the roof. I would tell him that we would die above the world, above the ground that the ordinary people walked on, because the world was boring and we were not. When he asked why we had to die together I told him it was because there would be nothing to entertain us once the other was gone. I told him we were made for each other, yin and yang, good and bad, black and white. Because all good things must go and we were truly the best of them all.
Thanks for reading! :) Hoped you liked it, and if you didn't you can yell at me in a review. Also sorry if there are any spelling and/or grammar errors, I tried to make it as readable as possible but I'm pretty sleep deprived. I don't even know why I'm still writing, i would be going to bed now, I'm gonna get bags under my eyes! I thought I saw like black tired marks under my eyes at school today but it turns out I had smudged my make up. If I don't go to sleep soon thought the next time I see them they'll be real. so I'm gonna stop rambling about my life now
Love you all (even if you don't love me back) 3 3 3
