Sherlock's POV
They all stare at me.
Why do they stare at me?
I'm a freak, aren't I?
You have always been a freak. A mistake, a wrong.
And let's not forget, you're an idiot too.
I-
A freak.
A freak.
Mycroft is staring, mum is staring, dad is staring.
And I avoid them all.
You're so stupid.
So weak.
I block out all sound and curl into a ball. They all shout and cry, but it changes nothing.
So pointless.
And now, they don't want me.
They want me to go.
"...boarding school, and I think you would benefit greatly. A bit of country air would do you good."
Dad looks at me expectantly.
I swallow and clench my eyes shut.
"Sherlock, I am speaking to you."
Silence.
"Young man-"
"Shut up," I hiss, trembling. "I don't care what you do with me, just piss off!"
I hide my face in the cushions. I can hear my family exiting the room in a hurry.
You dont need to feel bad. No one wants you, so why should you still want them?
Shut up, I snap to myself. I sit up and glare at my feet.
Rude.
I stand and stagger out of the living room.
Do you know what you should do? Teach them. Teach everyone how it feels like to not be wanted.
Okay.
Fine.
Step number one- Avoid the eyes.
