No Left Brain - Sherlock AU

1 - All I Really Want

TW/CW for the whole book:

• Swearing

• Self-harm

• LGBT (I dunno if that's a warning or not)

• Might get angsty

And remember, this is basically a written musical.

Short one to start off cause Wattpad was fucking around for some reason and this was a pain to upload

Greg's P.O.V

Exhausting. That's how I'd describe my brain. It never stops running. Not that it's thinking about anything special, it just never shuts the fuck up. My mum doesn't care that I have trouble with my brain. When I lived with her, she never bothered to restock my ADHD medication. The stuff I need is strong and it's fucking expensive. So, it took a bit for me to pay for it. I've been taking it since I was 6, and it's only gotten stronger and more expensive.

"Greg? Are you listening to me?" Mum was screeching at me again. I regretted going home for Christmas. My mum doesn't care about me and I missed my best friend.

"Hm? Yeah, sorry. Zoned out. What's up, Mum?"

"I was asking if you've taken your meds! Clearly, you haven't! And look at your clothes! Do you want to look like a girl?"

I looked down at what I was wearing. I had a collared black and white shirt on underneath a knitted black sweater. It had tears and tips all over it, and it was inside out and backward. I had skinny, grey jeans that were torn at the knees, and black combat boots with rainbow laces. I had a few rings on each hand and a bit of eyeliner on.

I sighed, rolling my eyes at my mum and standing up. I pushed my chair back from the breakfast table, dropping my fork and letting it clatter on my near-empty plate.

I leaned over the table, placing my palms on either side of my plate.

"Do I stress you out? My sweater's on backwards and inside out. And you say, 'how appropriate'!" I sat back down, folding my arms across my chest. Mum stood, walking to stand behind me.

"I don't like to dissect everything today. I don't mean to pick you you see, but I can't help it." She shook her head and sighed at me.

I stood up and walked into the kitchen.

"And there I go jumping before the gunshot has gone off! Slap me with a splintered ruler!" She rolled her eyes. I know I'm dramatic. That's my whole personality in her eyes. "And it would knock me to the floor if I wasn't already! If only I could hunt the hunter." I jumped up to sit on our kitchen counter.

"And all I really want is some patience... a way to calm the angry voice. And all I really want is deliverance."

"You push me, Greg." She grumbled.

"That's the point of kids! Do I wear you out?"

"You must wonder why I'm relentless and all strung out. "I'm consumed by the void of solitary." She reasoned, but I wasn't listening.

"I'm like Estella. I like to reel it in and then spit it out. I'm frustrated by your apathy. And I am fascinated by the ways of this land! If only I could meet the maker."

"Not everything is as bad as you make it out to be!" She yelled.

"No. It's worse. And what I wouldn't give to find a soul mate? Someone else to catch this drift."

"You will-"

"Doubt it. And what I wouldn't give to meet a kindred?"

I hopped up from the counter and walked over to face my mother.