Teen!WhoLock

Chapter Seven: Summer

The secretary lady looked up when Professor Moriarty and I walked through.

"Oh, hello dear." she smiled. "What brings you here?"

"She needs to come to my office." the professor said, putting his hand on my shoulder. Before I could walk away from the contact, he tightened his grip.

I kept my face as emotionless as I could, but in my mind I knew that I would have brusies tomorrow.

The secretary's face showed concern.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Just a few nasty rumors." I said, acting as if it was nothing. "Professor Moriarty wanted to make sure that they aren't true."
"And I'm keeping Miss Reid from her class, so we don't have time for idle chit chat right now." Moriarty said, his grip on my shoulder tightening. He steered me to a small almost hidden corridor.

Then he shoved me into a room. I rubbed my shoulder, and glared at him.

"What do you want?" I hissed.

"You've been hanging around Sherlock, correct?" Moriarty asked calmly while shutting the door and locking it. I panicked when I heard the faint click of the lock, but didn't let it show.

"Yeah, so?" I retorted. The professor turned towards me.

"I suppose that troubled kids always stay together. Watson's older sister is a drunkard, Sherlock is a druggie, and you self harm." he said carelessly. I clenched my fists. My nails dug into my skin, but I didn't care.

"First of all, I judge people by character, not habits or family." I spat. "Second of all, for all I know, you gave Sherlock the drugs. And third of all, I'm not suicidal."

He stared at me coolly.

"Show me your wrists." Moriarty said.

Blam. We just hit a roadblock. I watch nervously as the counseler walked over to his desk.

"W-what?" I stuttered. He opened a drawer, but didn't take anything out.

"I want prove that you're not self harming." he said coolly. "It you aren't you obviously have nothing to hide. So you have nothing to be nervous about."

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. Then I slowly started to roll up the sleeves.

"Show me." Moriarty said, but it came oug in a low hiss. I slowly approached his desk. The scars were barely visible. Moriary suddenly grinned, and grabbed wrists, keeping them together in his impossibly strong grip.

"Hey, what-" I started to say. There was a flash of metal three times and suddenly a small burning feeling on my exposed skin.

I stared at my arms in shock while Moriarty held a surprisingly clean knife triumphantly. Blood began to well up from the cut skin. Thre were three perfect slashes on each arm, six in all.

"You... you cut me." I said in a small voice.

"Better get some bandages on that. Wouldn't want anyone to worry." Moriarty said, calmly putting the knife down and handing me a roll of badanges.

Dazed I caught them and quickly wrapped my forearms. Then I pulled the sleeves down and stared at the professor, who was calmly cutting an apple with the same knife he used to cut me.

Now I was terrified. This man was a psycopath, definately.

"You see, Miss Reid." he began. "I own the school. The principal. The secretary. The students."

He grinned at me and I stumbled backwards a step, tripping over.my wedges. He got out of the seat, and stepped towards me. I kept stepping backwards until my back was against the door.