Moments later the bell rang and students piled into the room filling every seat. The second form tutor came in acknologing my presense with a confused glare. Outside I saw the first form tutor returning with the head of year. She beconed me from the door window. I looked around seeing no escape. I stood grabed my bags and left the room.
Sitting in a quiet room with the two teachers sat opposite me, the talking began. "Cara we want you to answer honestly. How are you." I ingnored them both. Then head of year 'Mr Right' started talking gently and calmly in soft tones after my form tutors failed attempts.
"Cara we know it's difficult for you, getting over the loss of both parents seems unbarable, and now living in foster care.. we just want to know your ok." My parents have been dead for over a month now my sisters and i were split up in foster care. He reaches out to touch my shaking hands. I flinch back. But he holds my arm steady while lifting my sleave up to reveal rows of faint white scars layering my skin. I close my eyes. As my Head of year squeezes my hands in reassurances. "Your going to be fine... we've got some people here to see you" I sigh and contemplate how my mum would react to all this. I know she's dead. But she still there waking me up in the morning bursting in a telling me off, just like the good old days. Wow maybe I'm not as smart as people think, more mad.
As the two men enter the room, I realise I recognize them from the fight last night, was I being followed. The tall man I recognised had dark curley hair that floped around his eyes, his pale skin and dark eyes did wonder for his sharp cheekbones and long face. He was quite a picture. But the other man was plain blond hair Brown eyes short compaired to his companion, he was as normal as could be. He had tan lines round his hands barley noticable by his nitted jumper. He also stood straight as if to attention. He was obviously a army man fresh out of afganistan or Iraq. Very difficult to tell which.
The men ushered my tutor and head of year out telling them they wished to speak with me alone. I gathered they were sychiatrists here to test my stability and ask me about my self inflicted wounds. "Cara is it." The tall man pointed out rather then asked. I didn't answer it obviously wasn't a question. The blond man smiled. I trusted him. The tall man he was never capable of trust or worthy of having it. Although his companion seemingly gave him bucket loads. Strange. "My name is Sherlock Holmes" he stated. I nodded in response. And looked at the other man waiting for his introduction. He looked at Sherlock and waited for his approving nod before speaking.
"John Watson" he said gently and reached out his hand. I stood and shook it. And unusual gesture pointing me even further into the army deduction.
"Do I call you sir or captin Watson" I questioned. He looked at me stunned so I carefully pulled up his sleave to reveal his tan line. "Your tan line is below your wrist showing you've been abroad lately but not on holiday. Also your stance is incredibly staight and your handshake and gesture are all very military based. So do I call you sir of captin Watson?" John stared at Sherlock stunned howerver Sherlock himself looked more impressed then suprised. He was definitely following me.
"Very impressive Cara." Sherlock justured to my deductive skills. I nodded my gratitude. "We are not here as your psychiatrists as your teachers believe but we do wish to talk to you about your deductive tallents, I can't say much here but you will have obviously have seen me in the news, I am the consulting detective that works for New Scotland Yard NSY for short." I shook my head. He looked at me confused. My head of year suddenly burst through the door. Sherlock jumped into action. "...So Cara you understand this can't continue. We will have continued talks at my office to keep your safty up to check. We will also talk more frequently about your arms... here have my card come to my office any time you feel like talking." The card read '221b Baker Street.'
A/N: I didn't think the story made much sense so I wrote up the next few chapters, I'll try to make it flow and sorry for giving this story such a slow start, don't forget to review and follow to read my first fic Elm 13. -GamerWolf156