I Amelia Holmes...daughter of an all time world famous detective...lost.
Lost on who I am or what I've become.
*sigh*
Let's just start from the beginning yea.?
"Okay...well um hello? Im Amelia
I'm twenty one years old and I'm here to-"
"No no no Amelia, are you, trying to put everyone to sleep?...sweetie you were born to do this, you were born to make us proud with this speech" as if I had any benefit to this.
"Don't I already make you proud father?"
"Proud?...No Amelia...I don't feel pride and neither should you...your brain is developed in complexity that many people do not understand. We aren't meant to be normal and you are choosing to be normal, therefore you feel the need to fit into society, and get some sort of 'emotion' out of me, well your mistaken...get. It. Out. Of. Your. Head.
Okay?"
Yeah figured you'd never understand
"Now now darling I've said it so many times before-"
"Society doesn't like us, it uses us, yes I know dad" I say quite mockingly.
My father thinks that because I graduated uni rather quickly with a 3 PhD's at quite a young age, I should somehow "embrace it" and use it for benefits.
"You know dad, if mom where here, I don't think living with you would be such a pain in the a*s".
"Well darling at least uncle john is here to restraint you from trying to kill me" he says chuckling
"Your an a*s of a father you know"
"I never said I wasn't"
god I hate him sometimes
My patience with him grew short and my blood slowly began to boil.
"Then what do you want from me?!...we both know you want something , just save me the trouble and time."
I mean it only took you 5 minutes to create me soo.
I laugh at my stupid thought, and he looks at me curiously.
He stared at me for a while, and I knew exactly what he was doing.
"Oh for bloody sake father! Profiling your own daughter won't get you anywhere...come on you out of all people should know this. I'm not stup*d"
His stare turns into a smirk.
That stupid smirk is really infuriating I swear.
"Now now Ames you shouldn't jump to any assumptions...you should...get going or you'll be late for work at the lab".
Oh god that stupid nickname...I swear he really knows how to hit a nerve...my nerve, but so can I.
"Your right father, I should get going, don't worry I'll make sure to keep a low profile to not ruin your great image. Besides I am your biggest threat, don't you remember, I am you, you made me and no one can change that."
His smirk fell and I knew I had hit his nerve...
he wants me to go public. But why?
I shook my thoughts away and left the room full of so many emotions.
Hate.
Sadness.
Loneliness.
Betrayal.
But that's just who I am.
That's who I'm suppose to be.
I am Sherlock Holmes' daughter, a freak, a loner.
The diversity of imagination doesn't exist for me, and that's what I fear the most. My father knows it. But I can't seem to control it.
***
I got to work late because I took the long path to get there, I wanted to clear my mind up a bit after the 'incident' earlier.
