Aged 14 years old
Sherlock was on his own again. He didn't mind it as much, so many years of just being alone. He hacked open the letter from Mycroft and lay across his bed, trying to block out the noise that was coming from his parents room.
Sherlock
University is unbelievably dull. We are gathered into rooms that are larger than our own house, there are only a few students in my course which would be fine if we were not all stuck up our own arses, pardon my French. I shall say things straight that being stuck in the same room with 10 socially awkward students, who sit on their own in a massive room, is how I prefer human contact.
The professor came into the lecture hall and stared at us.
"When I return in six minutes (I must clarify that he was specific in his times – I believe you would have enjoyed his company) I wish to see you all in this front row so I can teach professionally and not need to strain my voice."
So, grudgingly we sat together. This chap next to me was quite ridiculous, especially in his dress sense. I am sorry, but I cannot see the point in "Moon Boots". You would not have enjoyed his company, then again, you might have because you must do the opposite of everything I say.
Anyway, he began to talk very excitedly about this thing that his younger sister is doing. Apparently, there is a small gathering of the greatest medical professions in Edinburgh. I here that one of Joseph Bells descendents are speaking. I thought that since you are considering a career in medicine, that you would be interested in trying to get a place. It is not that well known, but I am sure I can have someone organise it for you.
I fear to ask how our parents are. At this Sherlock heard a mighty crash and screaming. He quietly curled underneath his bed, to make sure that he was out of sight when he was sure that his father would burst into the room to confront him as well. I am truly sorry I left you in that dire state of affairs. I can only imagine what it's like. If I could I would take you from that place and put you with Great Aunt Cherie. But of course, mother would never let her baby Sherlock go.
May I ask, with great curiosity, how that small crush on Lily Mackenzie playing out for you? At this Sherlock scrunched the paper slightly. How the hell did he know? I would mock, however it is far to easy. Plus, I shan't be able to see the expression-
"SHERLOCK!"
Sherlock hid the letter under the carpet, that was peeling off from the corners. He pulled in his lanky legs so that he was invisible underneath the low bed. He saw his father's dark brown shoes. Caked in dirt. Red dirt. He had been working out in the quarry again. He stopped paused and twisted around on his heels.
"Where the fuck are you?" He bellowed.
Sherlock continued to huddle on his own. For a moment he thought that his deranged father would leave. But the entire bed was flung up as he was wretched away by the hair.
"You fucking little bastard! Did you think you could hid from me!"
"No! Dad! Please!" Sherlock screamed as he was pulled through the house.
"You're not getting away from me! Not like your stupid brother! Do you hear me? DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME SHERLOCK?"
"Yes!" Sherlock shouted.
Before he knew what had happened, Sherlock found himself in the garden his father throwing bottles after him.
"YOU'LL BE BACK YOU FUCKING LITTLE SHIT!" He shouted after him. "You always come back!"
Sherlock knew he was right. He caught himself on the barbed wire that lay around his late grandfathers scrap yard. He carried on into the dark depressing woods to a place he knew well. Once he found the familiar set of trees, he made his way to the makeshift home from home. Corrugated metal was the ceiling and old bits of plastic acted as windows that stared out to the barely visible bungalow. He found the old holey blanket and flicked a few spiders off of it before looking for the matches and looking for the small candle that kept him warm.
There was not much to do in this tiny home. So, Sherlock fell against the old cushion and closed his eyes, trying not to let the cold in.
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