Challenge word: Detached
Genre: Angst/Family
Characters: Sherlock, Mycroft, OC
Warnings: mentions of death
The blanket hugs him like a cave.
Sherlock has lost sense of time. The silence in his brain is pressing down on his ears.
A creak. The door opens.
He feels the weight of his cousin pressing down the mattress.
"Sherlock, please…come down." She bites her lip. "Everybody is already there."
Rustling. She is wearing her dress. Black, satin, new. Uncomfortable.
Sherlock blinks. His lashes sting.
"Just leave him", Mycroft says from the doorway. His voice is dimmed – like the room, like the house, like everybody's minds.
The door creaks again.
"Get dressed though. You have to go to the funeral, you do know that."
They leave. The silence turns into a high pitched sound.
Sherlock stares at the wall and the wall stares back.
