Sherlock, We Remember Your Childhood Well
Nobody forced you. You wanted to go that day. Begged. You chose
the clothes. Here are the pictures, look at you. Look at us all,
smiling and waving, younger. The whole thing is inside your head.
Mummy in hospital. She promised she'd be home tomorrow. He didn't mind if she was or wasn't, he just wanted her better. "No Sherlock, you're turning fifteen. I'll be fine really" But he sees her balding hair and her sickly pale skin and he worries. Always. Sheridan is worrying too. Leaning against the hospital cot, the brothers share a look. Mum sees, but she says nothing.
She isn't there tomorrow. Sherlock has saddened at the time, but many years later he would say that he was glad. Because she wouldn't have had to see it. Any of it. He's told he should go over his father's for the day. Connect. He's not happy about it but he does. Sherlock didn't ask for anything. Mycroft's at work. Sheridan's at college. I guess it's just him and dad. Another problem. Another argument. More shouting. More smashing. This one get's out of hand. Father never liked Sherlock much.
And what about your mother! Are you making it any easier on her!
Shut up! Like you care about her!
Whose says I don't except you! You're the one who broke things up! Not me!
ME! I didn't do ANYTHING! It was you! Oh, or have you forgotten you're whore already!
Don't talk about her like that! Push.
Don't touch me! Shove. The larger man falls into the wall. Hard.
You little shit! Don't you dare- Hit.
One might call what happened next a fight. But it would not be called much of a fight. Sherlock on the floor. Andrew standing over him. Punching and kicking. Punching and kicking. Later, Sherlock will go home and… try not to cry because his brother's there. No seriously, Sheridan. I got in a fight. He got pissed off and told me to leave. Seriously. Sheridan doesn't believe it for one minute, but he doesn't know what to think. So the middle brother calls Mycroft and tells him the situation. He knows immediately what happened. He doesn't tell.
The whole thing is inside your head.
Happy Birthday, Sherlock.
