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by tyrantofuwu

by tyrantofuwu

"HE'S ACTING LIKE PAPA SHERLOCK, HE'S ACTING JUST LIKE PAPA SHERLOCK"

The sound of glass getting shattered on the ground can be heard from Hamish's room.

It was the middle of the night, and he had found out his father, Sherlock Holmes, is too busy to visit him.

"IT'S BEEN 2 MONTHS WHY CAN'T YOU JUST PAY ATTENTION TO ME. I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU."

The child screamed as he teared his posters from the wall. Hamish then shrieked at the top of his lungs as he roughly ripped off posters from his wall, tearing up and shouting as loud as he possibly can.

"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST PAY ATTENTION TO ME, WHY DO YOU THINK WORK IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ME."

He slowly reached for his drawer.

"YOU ONLY EVER PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR CASES AND NEVER ME."

He gently picked up a razor.

"WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU TO MAKE YOU THINK I'M USELESS ENOUGH TO BE LEFT BEHIND FOR WORK."

He harshly then, slid the blade across his skin.

Hamish repeated words to himself. Telling himself that he means nothing to his dear father, and that he wants him back in his life.

He cried to himself as his arm started bleeding. The blood splattered all over his sheets and hands, he felt so much pain, yet he kept on sliding the blade on his skin.

"You liar, you liar. You said you love me, you never loved me you don't love me, there's always something that can replace me."

His heaves can be heard throughout his messy, dark, and tattered room.

"There's always something more important than me."

His body started shivering in sorrow.

He proceeded to drop his blade as he then hugged himself, sobbing harshly as his tears soaked the bed sheets

"I'm nothing to you, aren't I."