The Diary of Young Sherlock Holmes

by GoggleLouLou

As Sherlock leaves his childhood home for the strange new world of university, he begins a personal diary which gives him an outlet to express his innermost thoughts and feelings. Will he ever stop obsessing over food? Will he find love? Or will University life prove more difficult than he first anticipated? WARNING: Eating disorder/Strong Language/Sexual references.

6. Chapter 6

Thursday 29th September 1999

Dear Diary,

I have fallen deep. I am under the control of the disorder, and at the moment there is nothing that I can do to stop it. I'm not even finishing everything on my plate any more. Finishing what is in front of you is something that the hospitals are very big on. I've adopted it as a measure of health, though of course it's not exactly accurate. If I place a few carrot sticks onto a plate and then eat them all, I can convince myself that I'm healthy. To not even finish the plate any more is evidence that I've stopped caring. Or perhaps I'm just tired of fooling myself. I'm tired of all of It.

Toby the Maths genius doesn't suspect anything as far as I'm aware. Perhaps he does but he doesn't know what to say. Nobody seems to know what to say; they never have. I just wish I could go back to the relationship with food that I had before I came here. I also wish I could lose another stone, though without any scales I wouldn't know if I did. My clothes have become looser, they way they do when I am losing, and life has become somehow less, as though someone has turned it down a few notches. I am less present and more ethereal. I prefer it this way. It feels safer.

Sherlock Holmes

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