Chaos and Mystery

Chapter 6

True to what I had asked, John had kept Sherlock away from me during the train ride home. In fact, he did even better by insisting that Sherlock let me be after he found me at the train station. When I got home, a few hours later than John and Sherlock, I didn't so much as glance at him as I went directly to my room. Cinder, who had been curled in Sherlock's lap, jumped up and followed me into my room. Shutting the door behind her, I then locked it so that Sherlock couldn't bother me.

I curled up on my bed with my head on my pillow as Cinder curled up next to me. Tears slid down my cheeks as I blocked any thoughts from entering my mind. A ding sound alerted me that someone had texted me. Opening the messages app on my phone I saw that it was Sherlock.

Talk to me. -SH

I ignored it and set it back down on the bedside table in front of me.

A few moments later, the same ding sound came again. Frustrated, I let out a sigh as I picked up my phone again.

Please -SH

It was then when I chucked my phone at the wall, startling Cinder a bit.

I stroked her gently to calm her down. Footsteps sounded from out in the hall that stopped at my door. A soft, familiar knock sounded and I held back tears as I continued to stroke Cinder.

"Leave me alone, Sherlock!" I shouted.

After a few moments, the footsteps drifted away from my door. Silence fell for a few minutes before I heard him come back as he began to play a beautiful melody on his violin. The beginning of the song was sharp and rigid with a harsh tone. Slowly, it melted away into a quieter, more shy melody before becoming more and more confident and bold. Part of me knew that he had written it for me, but the other part of me kept strong and stayed put.

After almost an hour of hearing him play the melody as it became more and more complex and beautiful, I heard a set of footsteps join him at my door as he finished playing the song.

"She's locked you out, hasn't she?" I heard John's voice ask.

I could barely make out Sherlock's voice because of how quiet he spoke.

"Fine, but if she starts getting upset because I let you in it's your own fault."

I knew the sound of John picking a lock anywhere. He'd had to do it several times in order to get me to talk to anyone when I was first adopted by our parents. With him being quite a few years older than me, it was a skill that stuck with him whenever I was upset at someone.

Within a few moments, the door slowly creaked open.

"I'll leave you two be as long as neither of you starts shouting," John explained as he walked back to the main room.

I barely glanced at Sherlock as he walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed behind me. Though we were both silent for several minutes, I could tell that he was still there beside me because of his steady breathing.

"I'm going to guess that you've lost enough trust to not want to talk to me?" He guessed.

I nodded my head against the pillow I was laying on.

"That's alright. Just listen to what I have to say, please?"

I nodded once again to tell him that I was listening.

"I never meant to cause you to not trust me. I didn't know about what those horrible people did to you." He explained, his voice more sincere than I've ever heard, "If I could go back, knowing what I know now, I would do anything to keep you from going through what I put you through."

He went quiet for a moment as I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to force my tears back.

"I will earn back your trust. Anything I need to do to be able to hear your voice again, I'll do it."

He was quiet for a moment as I felt my heart melting from his sincere apology.

"Anything?" I whispered.

"Yes," He replied in a similar whispered tone.

I tried desperately to hide a smile as it came to my face.

"Can I have some chips?" I asked.

I heard him chuckle lightly as I turned onto my back to face him. Cinder let out a little mew of surprise as she was suddenly woken from her sleep.

"I'll run and get some, immediately. Anything else that I can get you while I'm out?"

I thought for a moment."Could you get me that book that I was talking about? Maybe a violin?" I asked.

Sherlock looked at me, trying to figure out what I needed a violin for.

"You want me to teach you?"

"Your song was beautiful. I'd love to learn how to play it myself. Maybe we can write a duet?" I suggested.

He leaned down and kissed my forehead.

"Of course we can."

With that, he left to get the list of items that I had asked for. A few moments later John came back to my room, looking very confused.

"Sherlock just went out saying something about chips and a violin?" He asked, "I'm assuming that's something to do with you two making up somehow?"

I nodded as a smile crossed my face.

"His song was far too sweet and heart-melting to stay upset with him for long."

"Well, it's good to see that you've found someone who knows a direct route to your heart."

A blush crossed my cheeks.

"Shut it, he and I are just friends is all. Just...really...good friends," I replied, my voice trailing to a whisper.

"Uh-huh, sure you are." He replied, walking away.

I let out a sigh as I tried to get rid of the blush that was deepening on my cheeks.

"You make a fine couple, by the way!" John shouted from the other room.

Letting out a groan, I hid my face in my pillow as I willed the blush on my cheeks to go away.