"KAYLA RANA HOLMES, FOR GOODNESS SAKE PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON!" Mycroft shouts.
"MYCROFT!" Dad exclaims."Don't shout at my daughter!"
I smile smugly at Mycroft, whilst hanging upside down from the sofa in a white, fluffy bathrobe. My wet hair clings to my face. I fling my hair brush across the floor. Mycroft looks disapprovingly at me.
"Kayla you really do need to get dressed." Mycroft insists.
Ignoring him completely, I flick through the TV channels. My mind wanders back to the constant mystery of my present case. The last patient is recovering. Do something or you'll become one. The words repeat themselves.
I sigh heavily and slump away to the dark comfort of my room. Clambering to my clothes, I shuffle through last nights remains of my excessive eating. Wrappers, food and bottles swim around me.
I'm going to a wedding. I hate weddings. Previous experiences have not been the most favourable.
The rest of the day is a blur. The world fades away behind the constant drums in my head, the never ending beat, the notes of my thoughts. All I hear is the drums, the music, like a dripping tap. The noise rises.
All I see is colours, the paint of an artist creating his masterpiece. The paint performs and dances to the rhythm of my thoughts. They dance to the end, the inevitable outcome, the grand finale of the introduction to the beginning of the end.
My thoughts are unspoken but I hear them constantly. They circle because the previous thought is more comforting than the next. I need a finish line. There is only one. It will hurt.
There is power in words. Don't you think? I know there is power in words. There are words that could break you or make you, there are words that could destroy a country or words that could change a nation. Words are beautiful. If pieced together in a certain way they can create the most beautiful destruction or the most devastating perfection. Words are power. Words are life. Words speak life. Words declare life and truth.
This is why my thoughts circle, because if spoken aloud they are given power. Power should be given carefully. I am choosing my words now.
So in the words of a girl who stole books I say:
"I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right."
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Forgiveness and Sacrifice (Sherlock's Daughter)
FanfictionKayla Holmes is moving on with her life, picking up the pieces. She's living as much of an ordinary life as she can - solving cases, studying, babysitting... Until she discovers a secret, that threatens to tear her down again. Can she hold herself...
