Hi, late update but I just had to finish this, I'm sorry if I do anything to offend any Americans, I don't think I will though, but I am from good old England. Please enjoy and review, you know I love your thoughts. :D


The Era of Holmes

Age 10: The Girl From Outside

The other day I saw that girl once again, she keeps turning up outside my house and I have no idea why. I've tried to talk to her hundreds of times but something always interrupted us. I was hoping to see her again today and I was ready to talk properly to her. I really needed to talk to someone I've only got my parents and one of them doesn't care about me. I was sat on my window ledge waiting to see the girl with the Blonde hair again. Mother had gone out shopping with her friends today leaving me alone with father; Charlotte had gone shopping as well, so like I said, all alone... again. I could see the other children playing outside with a football, they usually come out and play every other day, but who I was looking for, was not there. I scanned the area outside but saw nothing. After four hours I decided to give up, she wasn't coming. I jumped down from the window ledge and lay on the floor. I've never slept on my bed; it's either the window ledge or the rug on the floor. My eyes began to close slowly, but snapped open when I heard a tap at the window. I leapt up from the floor and ran to the window, she was there! Without any hesitation I opened the widow and she began to walk towards me.

"Hi there." Her accent, it wasn't British. I felt like I lost my voice, I couldn't speak, I didn't know what to say. "Aren't you gonna' talk to me?"

"I- I... Hello." That's all you can say? Hello? Of course it is, because that's what you say when you first talk to someone- shut up talking! I was arguing with myself so much I didn't see her disappear, when I saw she had gone a feeling of depression came over me. I walked away from the window ledge and a voice made me jump.

"You're not much of a talker." I turned around again and she was there... at my window... what do I do? How did she even get up there? "You gonna' let me in or what?" Again without saying anything I opened my window the full way. She climbed into my room. She looked around in amazement. "Wow! Your place is huge! And it's clean. OH MY GOD! Your bed is the size of an island!" She jumped on the bed bouncing as she sprung back up. "I want to see more!" She began to run to the door, NO! I had to stop her! I grabbed her wrist.

"Please don't!"

"What? Why?"

"Please... just... don't. I don't want my parents to find out I let you in." I let her wrist go and she gave me a quizzical look but moved away from the door and sat on my bed and crossed her legs, he shoes were covered with mud which had gone all over my white bed sheets, my father is going to kill me! How can I explain this mess? It's all over my carpet as well.

"At least you have parents. My mom died when I was born and my dad being the jerk he is ran off three years ago, leaving me to look after myself."

"But you're only, what, ten?" She couldn't have lived like that for three years, with no adult supervision.

"Oh, come on. I've been surviving before I was ten, it's not that hard. I bet you can't beat my parents." Did she think this was some kind of competition? Whose parents are worse than whose? "Well come on, spill the beans." I stayed silent. "I know something happens here, I can hear crying and screaming in this house sometimes. I know I might be jumping to conclusions but what's going on here?" She came on a night? That I never knew.

"Nothing happens here. I've just got... anger issues." She looked suspicious, she knew I was hiding something.

"So, what's your name kiddo?" She was trying to act like an adult, she wanted to be older, and if she has lived on her own for so many years looking after herself I'm not surprised she's trying to grow up faster.

"My name's-"

"SHERLOCK! WHERE ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE GIT?" Father was coming, oh no! She couldn't be seen here!

"You have to leave! NOW!"

"What? Why?"

"Please! Before he find you here!" I tried to get rid of the mud on the floor as best as I could and I sat down on my bed covering up the mud marks on there.

"Does he hurt you?"

"Please go!"

"What's your full name?"

"Sherlock Holmes, now please leave, he's nearly here, and he sounds drunk."

"I'll return Sherlock, you can count on me." And with that she left out of the window. I quickly shut it behind her and practically jumped on my bed as the door began to open. His shirt was crumpled and untidy, he looked rough, he's drunk a whole bottle of Scotch by the looks of it, this wasn't good.

"Yes, father?"

"Are you being cocky with me?"

"No-"

"Because if you are! YOU ARE AREN'T YOU!" I was in deep trouble now.

"No father, I wasn-" A slap to the cheek silenced me and then a punch to the ribs.

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I woke up the next morning aching all over from the new bruises, why did he have to hit me? I had done nothing to hurt him yet he turns against me for no reason at all. I woke on the window ledge as usual and found a note outside. I opened to window and retrieved the letter. Girls handwriting, it must be her from yesterday. I unfolded it to find three words that shook the very depths of my soul.

"I saw everything."


So who is this girl? You'll find out soon if you don't work it out but I'm sure you all know who she is. Don't forget to review, I send my love to those who do, not to creep you out or anything. Lol