Stuck in London

Fallen

"God" I muttered, lowering my eyes as i walked down the Streets of good old Germany. A small neighborhood is where I lived, pretty neat i would say. I slowly came to a halt, shutting my eyes with force. It happened quite often, where everything around me would come into a blur and suddenly not seem real anymore. I've had problems with that since forever. Did other people also have that? This feeling, as if nothing is real? If not, i reckon they aren't even aware that they are alive, with a life they are supposed to handle all by themselves.

I let out a big sigh, recovering from the sudden blur. I opened my eyes again and gazed at the path Infront of me, with my back facing my house i just left. I reached out to my messenger bag, sliding it to the front before rummaging inside. I eventually found my headphones, and i took them out, slipping them onto my head.

I continued walking down the path, choosing a song to play in my ears. Scrolling through the hundreds of songs i had in my playlist, without a single thought in my head. Eventually finding some that matched the vibe, I continued marching to my destination with my hands buried in my pockets, looking straight forward as to not trigger any chain of thought about reality.

Well, wasn't this a good time to introduce myself while "That's Life" from Frank Sinatra played in my ears? I'm Elizabeth, the outsider of the crowds in this damn planet. I never felt like i fit anywhere, not even among people my own age. I am 15, yet i knew so much that not even a 17 year old could process. It would sound very pick-me ish to say this, but I don't think I'm like other people. Don't get me wrong, but I'm just gonna ask this: Have you ever witnessed a 15 year old with reality processing problems that has engaged in reading not long ago? One that could ramble on about stuff like psychology, philosophy, ethic, something other people wouldn't know or couldn't care less about. A literal child who knows what they are going to do in the future.

Okay, well, that sounds very nerd-ish. I hope you haven't become bored of this or already started hating on me. I swear, I'm an empath, and heartwarming towards people. Social, humorous, tho lots of mood swings and complex chains of feelings. Hobbies? Oh hell yeah. I've got many and still want to do more, it's the only thing that will ever make me feel alive, and make me feel like I'm me, yknow? Volleyball, Piano, learning languages, painting, drawing, you name it. I've been trying to find anything that helped me build an own person of myself during therapy, yet i feel like I'm building blocks of a person that is just a mere reflection of me in a mirror, not...actually me.

Oh! Did I mention that I love Sherlock Holmes? Not the fictive, the entire books and series in general. It's the best, trust me. My personality has been growing off of it the last few months. The obsession might be a bit bad, but i could talk about it all day. There's so much to say, ranging from the varies of series about it, 'til the books of Conan Doyle, or even Andrew Lane. Ever heard of him? He's an amazing author, wrote some Sherlock Holmes books in German and English! At least, when Sherlock was young, around my age.

Did I just talk to myself in my mind this entire time? Yeah, probably. My life is like a movie, a series, or maybe even a video game. It's never reality.

My mind continued swirling in words, conversations with myself, any form of thought that kept me busy as i walked through the empty streets of my quiet neighborhood. The music playing in my ears, my steps that matched the rhythm of whatever song was playing, the lyrics scrolling in my head, around in a corner of it, aside from all the other forms of thoughts.

Nothing could happen, right? Maybe a little stumble over a rock, or perhaps a scare of a leaf falling from the trees above me..but I haven't expected for something to happen. Especially not something like this.

In a blink of an eye, there was suddenly i completely different view infront of me. A crowded marketplace, but not the 2024 type of market...no. People with old modern clothes, suits, gowns, dresses, dirty or clean walking past, not even throwing a single glance at me. I stopped abruptly in my steps, my eyes wide at the sight. Market stands and stalls left and right, either selling fruits and veggies, or meat, or cheese, whatever you could even sell as food.

I stood there, my outfit and the headphones i had on not fitting in my environment at all. The ground underneath me, being a mix of dirt and sand, was quite different to the concrete i was walking on few seconds ago. The fact that "Goodbye, my Danish sweetheart" By Mitski was playing, did not help.

LADIES AND GENTS!!!

I literally don't expect any views on here but thats okay, this is a fanficiton about the books "Young Sherlock Holmes" and i recommend it greatly. God damn, I love them books. If anyone DOES read this, thank you so much man you're a precious gem don't hesitate and hit me up

-xoxoxo the Author