The Sociopath's Daughter

The Sign of Three?

As I was practically dragged up the creaky stairs, I couldn't help but think of how mad the day had been.

"This couldn't have been real" I thought to myself. This day was straight out of a movie, that I just so happen to be sucked into. However, I decided to, thought it was impossible, try and forget the events of today. She wouldn't have wanted me to dwell on this, yet I can't help but ponder on how I held myself together. I treated it like it happened years ago, not hours. As I pondered, John and I walked into the dreaded room again and closed the door. As soon as we walked in I automatically felt dread in my heart, almost like someone dropped an anvil in it. I did not care to speak to my father, even after all these years of dreaming about how he would talk and look, or what kind of books he loved and what we had in common. Yet, when I was given the opportunity all I wanted to do is sit and read in solitude.

"Now," John said with a sigh as he looked at the both of us. While he spoke, I decided to look at the wall with, what seemed to be, bullet holes in it.

"How about I make us some more tea and we can just talk about this." He said, giving me that sympathetic smile that I hated more than anything. I walked over to the wall to get a closer look, scanning my eyes around it. I found the smiley face quite ironic, which sort of made me smile.

"Have you done this?" I asked, turning around towards the odd looking man, as he turned toward me. "I cannot see the short one doing it, and unless you've got another flat mate, this must have been you." I said enthusiastically.

"Yes, that was all me." He said walking up to the wall, looking at it as well.

"If you don't mind me asking, why did you shoot your wall?" I asked, with a slight chuckle.

"I was bored" he stated nonchalantly, with a shrug.

"So if I live here, and I get bored, can I shoot the wall?" I asked excitedly with a wide grin on my face. Before he could answer John peeked his head out of the kitchen.

"Absolutely not!" he protested. We both looked at each other and shrugged.

"I guess that's that." I sighed, looking back at the wall. As I grew bored myself, I walked away from the wall and toward some books.

"You haven't got many books, do you?" I asked quite disappointed, reading was my absolute favorite pass time. He turned toward me and looked around as he walked over, then looked at me.

"I'm not here enough to read." He said, probably trying to shrug off how sad his book collection was.

"But you just said how you get bored, so bored that you shoot your wall!" I argued.

"I like exciting things, and sometimes books cannot fulfill those needs." He said sternly.

"You and your brother are so alike." I said shaking my head.

"We are not." He protested, rolling his eyes.

"You so are!" I protested back. "Right down to the way you move your face, quite obvious you two are brothers if you ask me" I shrugged.

"We are nothing alike, you have no idea what you're talking about" he argued in a stern tone. "You spent two minutes with him, you barely know him at all!"

"Two minutes is all I need" I said with a cheeky grin. "I am quite observant, if I do say so myself."

As we bickered, John came in with the tea.

"Alright now stop it, how about we have a pleasant conversation?" he asked rhetorically, setting down the tea tray and sitting down. I decided to be civil and also sit down, and my lovely father followed soon after.

"What's there to talk about?" I asked as I poured myself some tea.

"You must be joking" John asked raising an eyebrow. "Have you already forgotten today's events and let's not forget the fact we never knew about you and vice versa." He said, sounding a little fed up.

"Well, I tried to forget about today." I said with I sigh, before taking a sip of my tea. "However, I have no problem answering any questions you have" I shrugged. "So, by all means, ask away" I said placing my tea back down as I folded my hands on my lap.

"Well, how about you just tell us about yourself?" John asked looking sympathetically at me. "That could probably answer many questions"

"Well, alright" I shrugged and sighed. "Well, my name is Cecily Rose Adler, or Holmes, or whatever last name now that my mother has passed. Unless you decide not to take me in, which would result in me having some sort of mystery last name." I said, going off on a tangent as always. "I'll be turning six this December, December tenth to be exact." I nodded, trying not to speak too fast. "I was raised by my mother all my life, up until now of course. Actually, funny story, my mum said you died." I said looking over at the mysterious man, also known as my father, with a smile. "Boy was she wrong, huh" I said with a chuckle, trying to brighten the mood after what I just said. However I failed, terribly as they looked at me a bit weirdly. "Um, well, we traveled a lot." I said, trying to think of what my life was like and how to describe it to people who hadn't lived it. "She would always have last minute trips, out of nowhere and the length of the trip would vary." I picked up my tea and took a quick sip of it before continuing. "So I have been in and out of schools, for the short amount of time I've been in school. Mum was actually going to start homeschooling me. Until today, that is." I said looking down at my shoes, to avoid the sympathy eye contact that made me cringe.

"Well we've definitely learned more than we knew already, haven't we?" John asked looking over at my father. He nodded in return and looked at me, with a scanning stare.

"Are you trying to read me like a book?" I asked, looking back at him. "I've told you everything you need to know, I'm not a spy" I said with a chuckle.

"Have you got any other, siblings?" John asked dreading the answer.

"No, I'm an only child" I said shaking my head. I looked over at Sherlock "Isn't that a relief?" I asked, again trying to relieve the tension. He nodded in agreement, he seemed to be thinking. "I do have a question for you two though" I said looking at the both of them.

"Yes, of course! Ask away" John said, a little too enthusiastically.

"Will I be staying here?" I asked putting my tea down. "I just want to prepare myself if I'm going to be put in the system" I said with a sigh. "I've read some stories of kids who are in the system and there are a lot of terrible things." I said shaking my head "I just need to be mentally prepared before embarking on that journey" I said as I kicked my feet back and forth, since they didn't touch the ground.

"Well," John said with uncertainty. "I don't see why not" he said looking over at Sherlock.

"We didn't discuss this." Sherlock protested, looking at John.
"Well where is she going to go?' John asked, fed up. "She's your daughter for Pete's sake!"

"Yeah, I'm right here" I said, budding into the argument.

"Well I don't know, but I have work here!" Sherlock protested, ignoring my comment "I don't need a child's hands all over it!"

"Excuse me, my hands are quite clean." I protested

"You're being absolutely ridiculous" John said, rolling his eyes. "She's staying here." Again, ignoring my comment.

"Aaand she's leaving the room" I said to myself as I walked into the kitchen, John and Sherlock too invested in arguing to notice my disappearance. I opened the refrigerator and saw a plethora of gory things. It was absolutely amazing if you ask me. My fridge with my mum had fruit, eggs, milk and such. This one had a bag of thumbs! I was practically praying that they would let me stay there. I practically climbed up, and sat down on a chair to get to a microscope that was on the island in the kitchen. Typically used for food purposes, but instead used for awesome science experiments that made my young mind practically explode with joy. Before I was able to look through the actual microscope, I heard my name being yelled from the Living room.

"Coming!" I said, quite disappointed. I climbed down and walked into the room, ready to hear my decided fate.