Author's note: 38/60.
Pairing: Sherlock centric
Warnings: OOC. Maybe a bit depressing.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock BBC
Monster
"You really are a monster, Holmes."
Sherlock might not show it to the people who surround him, but those words really hurt. It is not his fault that his high intelligence means that he's lacking in social skills; to gain something, you have to lose something else first.
Every time he hears this word, Sherlock wants to cringe and put his hands over his ears. Everyone he knows sees him as inferior; the police department and most of London's citizens see him as social inept and a freak. His brother sees him as having lower intelligence than him and his parents treat him like a five year old.
"Monster."
There is that word again. Sherlock just wants to forget it but for all his mental capabilities, he cannot delete this memory. He stared out of his window, letting his mind wonder, yet every few minutes one question would come in front of his mind:
"Am I really a monster?"