Daddy's Girl

Chapter One - Six Years After

"Breakfast is on the table!" Mary calls to me from downstairs. I turn my mp3 player off and walk to the kitchen where she and John are sat at the table. She smiles at me brightly, like she always does. "Hey, love."

"Hi,Mary." I sit down and tuck into my buttery toast. "Hey, John."I say to the man opposite me. He looks up at me from his newspaper and nods at me, saying nothing. Charming, as ever. "You're seeing your mum today, aren't you?" I smile, tilting my head. He sighs. He hates it when I do this.

"Sophia..."

"You changed your toothbrush. Got a hair cut. Shaved. Is that a new deodorant?" I sniff loudly. He sighs again and throws his newspaper onto the table angrily.

"Stopit, Sophia." Mary warns me, not that she really minds, I know she doesn't. I bite my toast and sip my tea calmly. John, on the other hand, looks like he wants to kill me.

"We've told you about this before." Then he mutters under his breath: "This is why you don't have any friends, Sophia."

"Wow.Really going to pull the old you-don't-have-any-friends-because-you're-so-damn-unlikeable cardon me? Because you're hardly one to talk, are you?" I scoff. I know perfectly why I don't have any friends: it's because I'm happier alone.

Yousee, John and Mary Watson adopted me five years ago. My biological mother is dead. My father forced me to kill her when I was eleven. My father is James Moriarty: also deceased. Well, that's what everyone's saying. Knowing him, he's probably still alive. Not that Icare. His death was a relief for me.

I don't know why John agreed to adopt me. He hates me, really hates me. Not even a 'friendly bickering' kind of hate, I mean a proper hate. He can't stand me. I think he only went along with it because Sherlock told him to, and he only told him to because I'm Moriarty's daughter. Don't get me wrong, this is much better than being in care. I never did get on well with other children. I once tried to kill a girl, but I just about got off on a plea of insanity,and had to serve a couple of hundred hours of community service.Lucky me.

Sherlock Holmes and I are very close. He's teaching me to be like him. And when I say 'like him', I mean to be able to deduce things like he does, to be able to tell someone's life story from their left sleeve.Sounds impossible, but it gets easier as you do it more. And because I take after my biological father so much, I'm quite clever. But there's much more for me to learn and Sherlock's very kindly helping me.

I really don't want to be like James Moriarty. I don't want to kill people, I don't want to be evil. But I take after him in pretty much every way. We have the same personality, the same needs and desires,we even look the same. I've tried desperately to look different,though. I've dyed my hair platinum blonde, not dark brown like his.I've even put in contact lenses so my eyes are a different colour. There's not all that much I can do about my facial features, but I put on loads of make-up to try and look different. I even speak like I'm English, not Irish.

I try to forget about my life before I was adopted but I can't. It's impossible. No amount of therapy or drugs will erase what is tattooed on my brain. Every time I look in the mirror I'm reminded that I am a murderer. My father is a murderer. I am evil. He is evil. I take after my father. I take after James Moriarty. And there's nothing I can do about it.