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.

14. Chapter 14

Saturday 15th October 1999 11.25pm

Dear Diary,

I can't breathe. I can't think. It feels as though the walls are moving, shrinking, pressing in on me, and my clothes are constricting and I can't get out and I'm submerged in water desperately kicking my tired arms and legs to reach the surface, but however hard I try I cannot move anywhere.

Toby knows. He knows everything. He read this diary and there's no way to make him un-read it. I left my room unlocked when I went for a run this morning and when I returned he was sitting on my bed just reading it, a slight smirk dancing wickedly on his lips. All I could think to do was scream at him to leave and I think he was too startled to say anything. He dropped the notebook and scarpered sharpish.

What do I do? How can I face him again? What if he tells everybody else that I'm 18 years old and I still haven't mastered the most basic of skills?All things considered, what kind of adult can't even feed themselves? I would become a laughing stock, surely.

I feel huge. So huge. My clothes are tight and restricting and I can feel every inch of bulging skin pressing against the fabric. I want it off. I can't deal with all this blubber. It's all I can think about. I need to know what I weigh.

Sherlock Holmes

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