DISCLAIMER THING: NO! I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK! I mean seriously, how could I? My name is not Steven Moffat or Mark Gattis or any other name on the credits of the Sherlock episodes. And probably half the people on the Sherlock credits don't own Sherlock either.
SORRYYY! That's all I can say. I know it's not enough for my selfish behaviour over the past two months or something. And just so you know what the hell I'm talking about, it's because of the fact that I have not updated or posted this chapter in a while.
But hopefully this chapter (Short though it is) will make up for that. It probably won't, because it's not very good, but oh well. I'm going to try and post the next chapter as fast as I can. The next chapter won't be quite like this one though, and won't include Sherlock's history, it's actually about what happens to him when he's kidnapped.
Chapter 10: Avril's Story
AVRIL'S POV
Not much really happened in my life. I grew up, through nursery, to Year 1 and 2, to Primary School, to Secondary School, through to University. Oh, and college.
But nothing happened. Nobody interested me. I had friends, of course; Lila Williams, Beth Reid, Jennifer Vine – They're all friends I had. And then I met Eleanor in University, and we became... Best friends, I guess. I have never actually looked at her in that kind of light, but I have never had a better friend.
But then, she never really understood, or even understands me. Not like you do.
You, Sherlock. You understand me. We may have had a fiery start but ever since I saw you I knew. We were like each other. In a way, you confuse me, but I always know what you mean. That may make no sense to anybody else, but I know that you know what I mean.
I was born in Canberra, on the 21st December 1990. Canberra's in Australia. My parents were actually going on a holiday to Sydney, but they felt like they should make a quick visit to Canberra, because it's the country's capital. Did you know that? I bet you did.
So I guess I'm technically Australian. But I've lived in England for longer. I can't really remember who my parents were. I was involved in an abseiling accident. The thing that was holding the rope of the harness broke or slipped or something, which my parents and I were abseiling down a cliff... I have no idea how it broke, or how I survived, but what I do have an idea of is that my parents died in that accident and I lost a lot of my memory. Some of it stayed though, and I still have a memory of my mother telling me how and where I was born. Though my mother's face is blurry... It confuses me.
I led a slightly troubled life after that. Two care homes, five orphanages. The orphanages were basically more care homes. Were they really that different? No. So, seven care homes. Then my life was incredibly boring. Like I said earlier, I went through all the levels of education. Then I left University with a degree in Criminal Law and Forensic Psychology. And then, along with my CV (All it really said was about my degrees, I didn't have any jobs on there. Apart from a part time job at a shop somewhere and a part-time waiter. But nothing to do with the job I was applying for) I went to Bart's. They said I could try and solve a case, and I did. It's funny; Lestrade said I reminded him of someone. I had no idea at the time that that person would turn out to be the man I loved.
And almost lost.