John came home from school to his dad passed out on the couch. He gently set his book bag on the floor as to not wake him, and tiptoed his way the yard behind his fathers flat. Moriarty had made good on his promise and had let Seb beat him to a pulp after school. All in all it was a regular day.
As John began to climb his tree to add a few cuts to his bruised thighs (he had run out of room on his wrists) he saw rustling. John rolled his eyes he had spent many dyas and nights clearing this tree of any critters as humanely as possible, but they just kept coming back. He continued climbing upward hoping it wasn't another raccoon, he still had a nasty scar from the last one.
As John was about to reach his favored spot the rustling suddenly stopped, and with it any movement John had even thought of making. completely silent he was frozen in a not very comfortable position on the side of a tree about 20ft above the ground. sweat trickled down his neck and his knees trembled. He had of course not eaten lunch, for eating led to unnecessary fat that would make him even more disgusting than he already was, and even though he was proud of his immense self control of only eating just enough it did lead to dizziness if left in an upright position for long amounts of time. Just as the first black dots began to crowd his vision a pale face with the unruliest of black curls, and eyes grey, blue, green, and just about every other color known to man popped out from behind a branch.
"Wh- what are you doing in my tree." john whispered avoiding eye contact.
"Avoiding my insufferable brother, I hope you don't mind... though I wouldn't leave if you did."
John looked up to the storm colored eyes, finally recognizing him.
"You!" He exclaimed.
"Excuse me?" the boy responded. in a surprisingly low voice for a freshmen.
" oh- I um I mean you're the new kid the one who just moved in next door?" john said hesitantly.
"Brilliant deduction." the boy said with an eye roll popping his head back into the safety of the branches.
John just hung there for a second before he heard the boys voice again.
"Are you coming up? if not I would prefer you leave your thinking is distracting me."
John climbed up.
When he got to his regular spot he found the boy holding his box.
"What's this" he said.
"Nothing, Give it back" john said reaching his arm out to take back his supplies.
The boy snatched his hand back still clinging to the box.
"No. Tell me what it is, or I will open it myself."
John said the first thing he thought.
"It- it s art supplies." he stammered.
"You are a terrible liar, and I am terribly curious lets just pop this open." the boys baritone voice, originally soft as butter, just stabbed john in the gut.
"NO!" John yelled. throwing his body at the strange curious boy.
The boy dodged and john barley managed to grab a branch and pull himself in time to see the boys confusion at opening the box.
"Oh, you're one of those..." Was all he said before setting down the box.
"You say that like I'm a leper or something" john scoffed.
"I should have known you do come from an abusive home." the boy said
Johns eyes grew wide with shock and horror. "Ho- how did you know tha.." he was interrupted by a low grumble in his stomach.
" Oh and an eating disorder to, interesting." The boy murmured like john was a science project.
" I was going for the trifecta." John attempted to joke to do anything to get the boys piecing gaze away from the disgusting shit pile that was John Watson, but it seemed the more John wanted him to look away the more the boys eyes bore into his soul. the silence was deafening until a buzzing appeared in the boys trousers.
The boy pulled a mobile from his pocket.
"God damn, Mycroft." the boy whispered." well it appears I must take my leave, it was a pleasure meting you.."
'John, John Watson," John replied sticking out his hand.
"Holmes, Sherlock Holmes." The boy answered gripping johns hand tightly before disappearing down the tree.
'Sherlock Holmes." john whispered to himself, before pulling up his pant leg and starting the assault on his thighs.
I am a dick I am soooo sorry about not updating I just kind of forgot. please review this I need your guys suggestions and support to keep going. also I know also making john anorexic is a bit much, but hurt john is my most favorite thing to do. the more hurt the better. Sherlock showed up too yay I'm trying my best to write young Sherlock suggestions are welcome anything you think should happen please feel free to tell me I already know someone will attempt suicide (I'm not saying who) but other than that I don't have much else. thank you so much for reading I love you guys have an amazingly fabulous week!
-Sky