Hello everyone! It's been a while.. my computer battery is dead and it completely shuts down once it is unplugged. Another battery is on its way! SO that what has been going on. I know some of this content in this chapter might be totally accurate but I tried to the best of my ability! Please leave feedback! I love you all lots!

-Love IsAFairyTale

Sherlock's mind palace was opening a door that hadn't been touched ever since he placed it there. As he mentally opened the door, he physically flinched. Molly noticed, but obliged to his earlier request of remaining silent.

"When I was a child, I wasn't liked. Not a very big surprise, especially with how I am now. Then it didn't really bother me because at the time, Mycroft was my only friend. I'm sure it was out of pity more than it is out of the kindness of his heart."

Sherlock recalled a memory of him pretending to be a pirate and how he actually managed to get Mycroft to play along with him. The two boys ran through the yard with eye patches and not a care in the world. Mycroft was the best brother ever, or so Sherlock thought at such that childish age.

"Mycroft was sent off to a private institution and was extremely pleased there. He made plenty of friends, shocker I know, and forgot all about me. That was all right though, because I had experiments to do. I never socialized, not even with my mother. My mother, you see, was always busy with work and always off at random locations in the world. My father died when I was three."

Sherlock took in a deep breath and looked at Molly to see what she thought so far. In her eyes were pure wonderment and she also looked slightly amused.

"What is so funny, Miss Hooper?" Sherlock asked, thinking it to be odd.

Molly pretended to zip her lips and sat there, smiling.

"You have permission to speak."

"Thank you. I was just amused at the thought of a baby Sherlock running around, being a pirate. It's just so precious. Never expected from you."

Sherlock scoffed, "I was a child, Molly. What did you really expect?"

Molly thought to herself then decided to tell the detective, "Well, you to be playing with bugs and testing on them...maybe?"

Sherlock playfully patted the top of her head, and then wrapped his arm around her, "Can I go on with my story?"

With no response from her, he carried on.

"I was tutored and therefore never attended a public or private school. My mother thought that I would learn more at home and would develop more mentally than any other child at my age."

He sighed as he went on.

"College was where I finally had to talk to human beings. I never got along with most people, except this one man. His name was Peter and he was into hardcore drugs. I thought it was what normal college kids did, not having previous experience in the social jungle. I was stupid for trying to fit in. I didn't even know what drugs he gave me because all of them made me feel good. Then he gave me Rimonadant, which caused me to spiral into a depression."

He held her a little tighter as he continued in a soft voice, "I had these terrible thoughts as I went back to my dorm room. I had a roommate but I had no idea where he was, nor did I care. Thoughts of my mother came to my head, specifically of an incident when I heard her on the phone telling her 'friends' about how I developed into such a weird person, I became suddenly hurt. Mycroft ignoring me me hurt as well. It felt as if I had no choice but to end it all."

"I went into the loo and ran the bath. As it filled with warm water, more and more thoughts ravaged my mind. I undressed as the bath was completely filled and grabbed a razor blade. I sat in the tub and cut a long slash into my wrist. I remember being unconscious within minutes and then waking up in the hospital. I had been saved in the knick of time by my roommate. I know I should have been thankful, but I wasn't. I wanted to die, then after a while, I realized that I was needed, whether I knew it or not. Every human life is special Molly Hooper, and especially yours. You are the most beautiful human being I have ever seen and happened to carbon copy on the inside as well. Molly, you don't know what you would do to me if you left this Earth. I couldn't bare it and I won't."

Molly had silent tears streaming down her face as she slowly came close to Sherlock's lips and she kissed him softly.