Can time heal all wounds?

Chapter 1: Me

Hello...

My name is Christianna Violet Harper Shawcross.

I know that's one complex name. However people just call me Violet. As it is the simpler part of my name and has a special link to me. You see when I was born I was born with a birth defect of having Violet eyes. No quite dark purple but more of a lavender purple. I was also born with the capability to use more of my brain to understand things that ordinary people could not comprehend.

My past is one I can not remember. Parents? I hear you ask well no my parents are dead apparently I have no known knowledge of how they died or when but it must of been when I was younger. Friends? I currently have none but I swear I used too... I sometimes have these flashbacks of three figures. Two boys and a girl but they never stay long enough for me to get a got deduction of them.

I live in a simple flat called 221A and I moved in two weeks ago after living on the outskirts of London. Mrs.Hudson was very helpful helping me move in and giving me tea and biscuits. She said that the man downstairs might a lot of noise but just to ignore it. I hear people come and go yet never run into anyone.

Life was just average...

But all of that was about to change.

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"Violet, Dear? Can you help with my groceries?" Mrs. Hudson called up the stairs to me.

"Yes Mrs.Hudson. Just a minute!" I said calling back to her as I turned off my bunsen burner. Yes I do experiments as I am now a high functioning sociopath, yet with more emotion.

Walking down the stairs and into her flat I helped her carry in the groceries to her flat. I heard Mrs.Hudson talking to some people. Who? I don't know until I see them really.

"Who's that in your flat Mrs.Hudson?" a man asked as I continued to put cans of soup in a cupboard.

"That's the girl who lives above Sherlock flat John." she replied.

"Wait when did a girl move in? He never told me."

"He never met her John he probably doesn't even know she is here."

"Whats her name?"

"My name is Violet. Violet Shawcross. Pleasure to meet you John Watson it was Afghanistan was it not?" I say walking into the hallway.

"Not another one..." He mumbled.

"I'm sorry did I get it wrong?" I said, highly doubting it.

"No, No sorry how rude of me." he said finally looking me in the eyes and stepped back "wow"

"Wow what?" I said tilting my head in confusion.

"Your eyes... there purple..."

"Really I think they are more of a violet hence the name but anyway I know it was a birth defect but people seem to like them and some don't."

"Wait how did you know my last name was Watson?"

"Well one John I happen to be a high-functioning sociopath," I said turning to walk up the stairs to my flat, "and I read your blog." I say behind me, walking into my flat and picking up on my experiment again.

AN: Hello my dear readers. Hoped you enjoyed the first chapter. I do not own sherlock or any of the others exept for my OC. Please comment what you think and remeber this is the story line to the final problem so beware there will be Spoliers.