Secondary was much of the same except that everyone pretty much left me alone. I was used to my life of solitude at this point, but John and Sherlock were always pushing me to make friends, so I did. I joined an archery class after school. This surprised both of them as I had never took an interest before but after reading a certain trilogy about a 'girl on fire' I wanted to learn and it was great for self defence. Although it was hard to explain to Lestrade why the body on the floor had an arrow in it.
Back to my friends that I had made. There was Emilly, the crazy ginger with the best music taste and Tiffany, the shy girl with an amazing aim and isn't actually that quiet once you get to know her. The music that Em listens to is rock like Green Day and some other more pop punk bands like All Time Low. I say its the best as she got me addicted to My Chemical Romance, much to Sherlock's distaste.
The next major event in my life that I can remember is one event that I wish I could delete. It was the first time Sherlock and John had left me alone in the flat without Mrs Hudson downstairs as well. The first hour was fine I was just catching up on revision, like I had to do that, but it was fun to see what they had got wrong.
There was a slight creak of the fifth stair that was masked by the wonderful tunes of my iPod and the creak was louder that Sherlock or john and that little bit too quiet to be Lestrade. By the time that I had realised that there was another person in the flat it was too late. I reached for my bow but the intruder knew what I was reaching for and shot his gun, which had recently been hidden in his jacket pocket. I knew it was there but didn't know if he would actually use it. He shot my bow and completely shattered the spine so now I had no way of protecting myself as John's gun was in...John's room. Great.
Before I knew it the guy was on the bed and pinning me into it. I tried to scream but he had put a piece of cloth over my mouth to act as a gag. I say 'he' as I pulled off his hood to reveal my assailant and I scratched my nails deep into his face to get DNA for Sherlock later. I knew what was happening and I knew there was no escape as I had gone numb as I had missed the needle he had pressed into my arm as I was clawing at his face. The next thing I knew he was half way through what he came to do and the feeling over whelmed me and I passed out.
A couple of hours later Sherlock found me in a heap, half dressed in the middle of my bed, crying so hard that I was shaking and couldn't move. John knew instantly what had happened and Sherlock left the flat with his coat lapels flying behind him, and right now rage was his only guide.
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The Life of Sherlocks Daughter
FanfictionAfter a case that leaves the daughter of Sherlock Holmes with amnesia, she is sent to a therapist to write all that she remembers about her life, starting from the very beginning.
