See right through me - Johnlock

See right through me - Teenlock - Part 7

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Chapter 9

See right through me -Teenlock

Part 7

(Sherlock's P.O.V)

I couldn't bare to see John that day. I knew how upset he would be. All I had been doing was giving him blank stares and the silent treatment for no fault of his own.

This is why I hate Mycroft. No matter what I do, he always spoils it.

I shuffled my feet on the soft carpet of my bedroom. The walls were covered in pieces of news paper, maps, photos and random equasions. It was a mess, yet to me, it was a beautiful collection of information. The pale blue walls were almost hidden by my mess but the floor was clear, exept for my microscope which sat to the right of my feet as I sat on my bed.

It was killing me. I just couldn't solve this one! My brother and I had moved to this horrible little state school because of my work. After alot of pleading with mother and father, I managed to convice them it was a good idea.

My prime suspect was a student at that school, my year infact. James Moriaty. A total creep in my opinion. I suspected him of both murder and posession of drugs.

The trouble was, my mind was clouded. It was like some one had stuck a smoke machine in my ear and it was slowly filling up my head. All I could think about was John...

I flopped backwards onto my bed and lay there, looking at the glow in the dark star stickers on the ceiling. I could never quite grasp the consept of an infinate universe that we were but a miniscule part of. As a young child I would wish apon stars. I simply couldn't bring myself to take the silly little stickers off the ceiling.

"Star so small, star so bright, the forst star I see at night..." I began outloud but finished the rest in my head, in fear of Mother or Father, or worse Mycroft hearing me.

I make a little wish on you, please make my wish come true. Please, please let John love me as much as I love him...

It was scary, terrifying in fact, to feel these emotions that I had felt so little of for so many years. I shut them away a long time ago.

As a little boy Mycroft would tell me of something called 'the East wind."

A wind so strong it swept all of the unworthy people off the earth. He was a horrible brother. I was scared, scared I wasn't good enough, scared that the East wind would take me away. So I worked hard to be who I am now...an emotionless machine with no friends. Married to my work and wanting it to stay that way...that was, untill I met John.

He wasn't scared of life, or the East wind. Not scared of failure, not scared of not being good enough, just taking it as it comes. He always seemed to be happy, so optimistic. To be quite honest, I admired him.

I sighed and sat up. I had to say something to him. I snook out of my room and across the hall way to Mycroft's room. He was downstairs arguing with father again, not a suprise. They never got along. He thought father was an idiot. Too happy, too little knowledge, no sence of pride...

I snatched Mycroft's mobile from his bed and ran back to my room. I unlocked it and found Greg Lestrade's number.

Hi Greg, it's Sherlock. Do you have John's number?

-SH

He replied only a few minuets later.

Sure, I'll send it to you. One momment.

Thanks

-SH

I saved John's number onto my phone and deleted the messeges from Mycroft's. Putting it back in his room when I was done.

I opened up a new conversation and began to type a message.

Hello John, it's Sherlock. I'm sorry for ignoring you. Can we still be friends?

-SH

I was about to press send when I felt a sudden nagging in the back of my mind.

"Caring is not an advantage Sherlock. You remember what happened to the other one."

I wrinkled up my nose and pressed send. Shut up Mycroft.