I'm not the mad one (BBC Sherlock)

Chapter 7: Sudden

"Why do you seem so surprised to see me after all you were the one who left me looking like a lunatic at Speedy's yesterday so I thought that it was best if I checked on you after I heard that you somehow managed to climb out of the window in the hospital" Matt told me, sounding almost as of he's been through something like this before, as he walked up to me, sitting on the edge of my bed.

I slowly sat up straight being careful not to hurt my foot any more. "Well I'm sorry, I was unexpectedly held up and then I got stabbed in my foot and you know the rest" I explained with a slight hint of annoyance in my tone. "Listen, why don't I make it up to you right now and we go to Speedy's?" I asked him, looking at him.

He nodded "sure" was all that he simply said as he helped me get out of bed which if I was on my own it would be a lot more difficult and I really wouldn't want to have to deal with a lecture by John if I ended up injuring myself in the process of getting up.

And so with the helpful and kind help from Matt we arrived at Speedy's a lot more quicker than I would if I was on my own and that is saying a lot since it's just next door. With Matt's arm wrapped around my shoulder we walked up to a table that was right next to the window while also ignoring the occasional random person staring in confusion at us and I bet that they're probably all thinking "why is that injured girl walking around without a clutch?". In my opinion I hate getting all these stares which is something that I've built up ever since I've started my life and job here in London and I in fact hate it, it just gets really annoying.

And apparently it really was because a few seconds after we had sat down, I started to clench my hand into a tight fist so hard that it caused my nails to dig into my skin, piercing the few layers of skin on my hand as my eyes were focusing at the black and white tiled floor. I didn't even notice I had even been doing it until Matt had placed his hand lightly on top of mine which made my eyes slowly wander up from the floor and to my hand were I could see small bits of blood dripping from where my fingers was. Upon seeing what I had been doing to myself I quickly unclenched my hand and laid it on top of my right knee while also mumbling a slight sorry during the process.

"..I'll just have a tea, no sugar. I'll wait here, I'm not really hungry right now" I told him. Sighing, I brought my hands over my face as I closed my eyes, my mind slowly drifting off to my childhood before things turned like this. It was so lovely back then..I miss it.

Climbing on to the top of the wooden fence where the once even black paint coat started to flake. I looked over at the edge to look at our next door neighbours, the Holmes'. The two boys, Sherlock and Mycroft, to no surprise were arguing over something that seemed pointless of course everything to them means something, I think they're talking about the number of people who live next to them and their age and etc. It really does get boring listening to them all the time but of course I haven't talked to them yet and I think I would rather not want to just yet.

I stayed quiet to listen in on their conversation, my eyes looking at one to the other like a tennis ball in a game of tennis. "It's too quiet for there to be a child living in that house with two middle aged adults, it has to be an elderly couple living there" the curly black haired teen known as Sherlock argued to his older brother who if you didn't know anything about them you would say that they weren't brothers.

Mycroft sighs along with a small eye roll "no, if you haven't realised already that there's a smaller silhouette figure usually by one of the windows it obviously is a child's silhouette" he argued back. I sighed, was going to get no where if they kept arguing and I think it's just going to get annoying if they kept it up but it's probably best for me not to say anything, it just might make things worse but I can't see the harm in correcting them. "You're both wrong," the two of them quickly turned their heads to where I was, "it's two children and two adults aged twenty-nine" I corrected them, trying not to sound rude by suddenly interrupting their argument.

"I'm Emilia Jane Moriarty by the way, oh and I'm not the mad one that's my big brother"

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"Please..Don't leave," I looked down at the familiar curly black haired boy, only this one was different, this one was more emotional than before. "You can't leave me alone..Mycroft already left us, you can't do the same" Sherlock begged, holding on to me tightly as tears ran down cheeks and onto my shirt instead. In a way he was right, I couldn't leave him now especially since Mycroft just left a few months again. It's too early to leave him when he's already a wreak.

I hugged him close to me, putting my hand on his head as he buried his head into my shoulder. "..I don't have much of a choice Sherl I have to go but I promise that I'll be back, I'll make sure that we can stay in contact no matter what just take care of yourself...For me and Mycroft" I explained to him as I planted a soft kiss on top of his head. I slowly went quiet as I heard no reply from him and just kept him close letting him put himself together as we stood on the pavement outside of the home that I shared with my parents.

"Emilia" I looked behind my shoulder to look up at James as he had his hand on my other shoulder while he looked down at me and I nodded, looking back down at Sherlock, upset myself. "It's probably best if you don't remember me....I doubt I'll be able to see you again, I'm going somewhere far away and I don't even have a way to contact you not even now so I doubt I will later on..." I told him as I pulled away. I know what I said earlier so what I just said must of been a bit random but it's what he wanted me to say to him.

Sherlock looked up at me, still upset but I could see anger hidden in his wonderful bright blue eyes, it hurt me just to see him like that. "..B-But you promised Mycroft" he muttered.

"I know, I told him the exact same thing I told you. I have to go Sherlock so just forget about me, you don't need me in your life and neither does Mycroft. Things aren't better off with hating me instead of you forgetting about someone you'll never see again."

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Everything was still as bad as it is now I guess...In the end Sherlock took drugs which had it's consequences, he did end up forgetting about me and obviously so did Mycroft even he never called me after then, well that's what I think happened anyway..I can't remember exactly. I had no choice in the say of what happened back then and I can't bring my identity back yet, if they were to know then I don't know what would happen, I don't even know what I would do! but you do, but I don't, I even almost forgot about them myself and I wish I did.

"Emilia?" I looked up from my hands only to see John standing next to me as he looked down at me. "Shouldn't you be in bed?" He asked seeming confused or at least curious as to why I was outside. I went to open my mouth to answer his but to only have Matt come over with two cups in his hand, the two of them looked at each other as silence filled the area where we were sitting at.

"..John this is Matt, Matt this is John, we live in the same building" I introduced, deciding that it was best to just fill the silence between them.

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