Sherlock and John sat opposite each other in their armchairs. John nursed his cup of tea in his arms while watching Sherlock in his deductive pose, hands steepled against his chin. "Sherlock..." John cursed "Have you been listening to a word I said." Sherlock murmured a reply before locking eyes with John.
"I followed the girl last night" he spoke the words with such grace.
"You did what...who?" John puzzled
"Cara the girl we met today with the deductive skills. The one Moriarty is after." Sherlock ranted in high speed Sherlock fashion. "Keep up John... She got into quite a fight, beat a man twice my size with just a few punches, she'd give your army training a run for its money. She's only 14, yet she's so strong in will and mind. Why an earth would she hurt herself on purpose." Sherlock ranted deduction style.
"Maybe she's just bored." John said going back to his cup of tea.
"Oh John that's the smartest thing you said all year. Of cause she's bored. With a Mind like that no wonder." John was shocked had Sherlock just praised him. "We will have to get her with us on a case. I've got the perfect one. A woman murdered with a garden fork. That'll do the trick."
"Sherlock she's 14 years old. She dosnt want to see a woman murdered with a gar... I don't want to see a woman murdered with a garden fork."
"She'll be fine it's nothing like what I used to do at that age. Besides it's not like I'm going to get her addicted to cocaine."
"What the bloody hell..." but Sherlock was gone. Back in his mind palace, and John knew they was nothing he could do to get him out of it.
As I walked back to my foster parents home I wondered how much they knew. I didn't want to have to explain myself to them especially not Dexter my foster 'dad'. I got to my foster parents house I stood outside, it was plane and had three bedrooms a bathroom a kitchen and a living room. As I knocked on the door I saw silhouettes of people at the door. Nora my foster 'mum' answered. She'd been crying. You could tell because her eyes were red and puffy and her cheeks were staind with tears. Dexter stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders. "Cara... we need to talk" he said. I followed them to the kitchen. "We got a call today from your head of year. He said he and your form tutor had discovered scars on your arms. Please show us" I rolled up my sleeves on both arms 14 in total. "Why do you do it." I don't answer. The answers stupid anyway. "Cara we need to know so we can help you." Dexter reaches out and touches my shoulder. I flinch back. He frowns. "You have to trust us." Tears roll down my face. Dexter and Nora look at each other. I haven't ever cried in front of them. Not even when talking about my parents. Nora comes round and kneels next to me.
"Please Cara."
"I want to talk to my psychiatrists." I sob.
"Ok" she whispered gently "I'll give you a lift."
I stood outside Baker Street looking at the door. I still had tears stained on my cheeks, I rubbed them furiously. The door was black with a gold wonky horse shoe style knocker. The golden numbers read '221b'. I decided to knock, three loud knocks on the door. A old woman answered.
"Hello dear, are you lost" she asked kindly. ' I saw John running down the steep stairs behing her.
"No Mrs Hudson she is here to see Sherlock."
"A bit young isn't she" Mrs Hudson reported while walking off.
"Hello" John said looking down at me smiling genualy "come in." I stepped into the long corridor.
"Sherlock is upstairs." John pointed up the steep steps that led to 221b and 221a. I followed him cautiously up before been interupted by Sherlock.
"Hello Miss Light," he said waiting for us at the top of the stairs.
"Hi Sherlock." I sighed. I was definitely going to have to open up now. John nudged me forward into the small living room. I was surprised to find test tubes and science equipment piled onto every square inch of the kitchen table. And even more suprised to find the yellow smile face spray painted on the wall, where bullet holes pertruded from the wall paper. And was that a human skull?