Brooklyn's Battles

by Rusty Tater Tot

Mary Brooklyn Holmes, daughter of Sherlock and Molly Holmes, has kept a journal of her life ever since she was seven years old. She's never really looked over it, especially not the beginning, as she always thought the present much more interesting than her tragedy-filled past. One day, however, that all changes. SEQUEL TO "The Story Of Molly Hooper And Sherlock Holmes"!

9. Chapter 9

June 6, 2014

Something really really really really horrible happened today… I can't stop crying about it, but I have to go soon… Uncle John is taking me to a doctor because Daddy won't. They had a really big fight because Daddy was yelling bad stuff. But back to that horrible stuff that happened…

Princess Diamond Sparkle Tiara is gone. She got hit by a cab, and it was my fault. We were outside and I was just going to take her for a walk with Matthew and Mrs. Hudson, even though they said it was stupid to walk a cat. And then the voices told me she was broken and I needed to get rid of her, and I was scared, so I let go of her leash and she ran into the road and now she's gone! I'm still crying, and I tried to go after her but Uncle John grabbed me and held me back and the voices wouldn't stop laughing so I covered my ears and started crying because they kept on getting louder… Uncle John took me and Matthew back inside and Matthew still didn't say anything so he went to his room and I sat in Uncle John's lap crying until Daddy got home and he bent down to talk to me and I told him about the voices and Uncle John sad Daddy was going to take me to the Doctors office but Daddy said he couldn't because it's perfectly normal for a child of my smartness to have some draw backs and Matthew has some sike-a-logical stuff going on and so does Daddy and so does Mommy so it makes perfect sense that I would too and so I didn't need to do anything different because I was normal. Uncle John is taking me and Matthew to the Doctor now, and soon we would be better. The voices went quiet after Daddy got home but now there getting louder again and I don't know what to do… I hope the doctor makes me better.

the other good news is that when Daddy was talking about my familys problems he talked about Mommy like she was still alive. I was going through the old newspapers the other day and read that Daddy used to go around saying he was dead and I don't know how that actually worked but apparently it's really easy to make people think you're dead when you aren't, and it runs in the family, so maybe, just maybe… Mommy might be alive. I hope so. If Mommy weren't here, Daddy wouldn't be sad, and Matthew would talk more, and maybe my voices would go away.