22 and 1

Somewhere over the rainbow

I spend most of the day with red beard knowing Edgar wouldn't be around. I was bored and looking for something to read when I stumbled upon a file with Edgar's name on it. It was for a mental hospital i felt shame burn through me as I opened it I really should have asked him first.

EDGAR HOLMES:
Frightening nightmares
Has Fugues moments of hostile behavior
Memory loss
Certain words are his trigger
Edgar is on several pharmaceuticals
Very smart but chooses to conceal it
There serval more little notes until the bottom of the page where a word is written in all caps in red ink pen instead of being typed INCURABLE!. I put the file back where it goes and think about what mrs price told me once more. I ran into Edgar on the way back to the kitchen he had made giant chocolate chip cookies and two bowls with the carton of vanilla ice cream on the counter. A nervous look plastered of his face. "I made some biscuits",he said before gathering the things in his arm and saying "come with me I want to show you something".

Edgar lead me through a series of rooms one called the seasons room all four corners of the room were decorated with the four seasons winter spring fall summer. It all connected in the center of the room forming four large squares. In one room was covered in graffiti another had every thing bolted to the ceiling making it feel like we were walking on the ceiling. We got to a room where there was a shattered rainbow made from stain glass tied to the ceiling with fishing line it looked like the rainbow shattered into countless pieces we walked straight under it. I was lead up to the Attic of the boarding school we sat down and began to eat our ice cream "Ellie" Edgar started then took a big bite of cookie and ice cream after swallowed he thought for a minutes before beginning.

"If your going to be my flat mate I might as well tell you","thought iam sure mrs price showed you my file". " I am a pysco not like murder pysco but I had I had a mental breakdown as i was told by the doctor". "I am still not completely comfortable sharing the details of it",he swallowed"Mycroft and Sherlock are my brothers my big brothers". He looked at the floor "they live in England Mycroft works for the British government they're the ones who sent me here to get help but it didn't work". "What about Sherlock what does he do?"I asked Edgar pain glittered in his blue I eyes. "Last time I was there he was A Consulting detective the only in the world but". Edgar turned to me with pain in eyes that made look older than he was"two or three years ago Sherlock threw himself from a building and killed himself". "I didn't even",Edgar said his voice cracking"didn't even get to say goodbye"he finished. His took deep breathes his Adam Apple bobbed back in forth when he calmed down I put my hand on his hand "you can always tell me",I said giving him a reassuring smile. He took my hand And lock fingers with me it felt weird holding hands with only three fingers or was it four i don't know I was about to ask if a half of a finger count when Edgar reached over with his right hand and grabbed a photo.

He handed me the photo "that's Sherlock"he said pointing to it. Sherlock stood there smirking "I was lucky to get that photo",Edgar said staring off into space remembering it "he had just made himself a consulting detective he normally doesn't smile like that for pictures and we were all mighty proud of him". He pick up another and handed it to me. It was a I picture of Edgar and Sherlock standing next to each other he was right Sherlocks smile was smaller than the other one. "Edgar what are you wearing in this picture?"I asked him pointing to it it looked like a uniform. "Oh I had just finished a training session at St Bart's there was no time for me to change out of my uniform",he explained. "St Bart's?"I asked puzzled "it's a hospital I was training to become a doctor I even considered becoming medic an army doctor" he replied "but obviously that didn't happen"he snorted. "But I really wanted to to train as a solider or detective",he said boldly "then why be a doctor?"I asked him "I had a lot of time on my hands" he answered. His smile wavered "Mycroft took this picture"showing me another changing the subject it looked similar to the last one except Sherlocks smile was barely visible and a gray haired man with brown eyes standing next to Sherlock and Edgar. "That's detective Lestrade",he said proudly "I remembered his name from the medal"I told Edgar. Edgar nodded" Mycroft Sherlock and Lestrade don't seem to be sentimental about medals and awards after all they've won tons of them". "Why don't you have any?"I asked him"never won any"he said tilting his head. "Well iam should you'll win some some day",I said squeezing his hand smiling. He face paled and he turned to me "I don't deserve medals".

I was bewildered about what he meant when he stood up "this is what I wanted to show you" he said excitedly dragging me over putting his hands over my eyes. He revealed a hole in the attic roof but through the hole in the black night sky lay countless stars. "Beautiful isn't it?" Edgar asked I didn't answer I was awestruck by the sight. "This place is now your place"Edgar said both his hands clutching my hands" you can come up here when every you want blow of steam". "This place is to forget about your past or remember it"he said turning his gaze to the stars.