"Sher...? Can you let me in"
"no.. Please.. I-I don't want to talk about Nything... Then the memories come rushing back and I thought they were deleted but they weren't and I can't john please I can't.."
"Sher I won't make tell me anything just yet... I promise. Just let me in."
"I'm a freak... We all know it. You told me and so did everyone else and I know I Am so stop.."
"Sherlock bloody holmes you are not a freak! Forget what I said. I was angry. Please, let me in, you can trust me..."
"I cant trust anybody, john. Not mummy, daddy, grandmummy granddaddy, mycroft, NO ONE. please.. please leave me alone."
"No. i am staying until you open up your door."
A long silence.
John heard a lock jiggle, and walked in to find sherlock crying hysterically. What had happened to him in his past? Where was Mycroft all this time?!
John picked up the tall man, with surprising ease, and cradled him until he fell asleep. Oh sherlock.. how do i help you? your my best friend. youve always been there. I must help you but your refusal to accept my help will kill you, inside and out.
Sherlock had been asleep for about forty minutes, and John had placed him on his bed, where sherlock curled up in a ball, with his knees tucked underneath his chin, and slept like a child.
Thats when the flash backs started.
"No... please..."
"Sherlock Im here. are you okay?"
"Please.. no not again please ill shut up.."
"Sherlock its just a nightmare wake up"
Sherlock starts to struggle, as if being attacked by some invisible force.
"No.. NO PLEASE NO STOP NO ILL DO ANYTHING IM A FREAK IM STUPID WORTHLESS A MURDERER PATHETIC AN ARSE A BOTHER PLEASE PLEASE NO STOP IT STOP!"
Sherlock was crying by now. John cant believe that he actually is crying, not that he hasn't seen it i the last few days, but... still.. hell never get used to it."
"Just dont hurt her... please kill me.. just... not her..."
"No... please... wake up... please dont die please i love you your the only person ill ever care for please please... Irene... no.."
Sherlock awoke suddenly, as if a jolt of electricity had just shot through him.
"Sherlock...?"
"y-yes..?"
"who is... Irene?"
