Courtney Moriarty always stood apart from the crowd. She had grown up on the streets of London with her younger brothers. Their was only one thing holding her onto sanity... her best friend Sherlock Holmes.
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A/n: Right now Courtney is around twelve. Usually I write in 1st person, but for flashbacks I write in third person. I might add some Superwholock later on. I'm still undecided. And yes, I do support the theory that Richard Brook is a real person.
Courtney stood in front of her mother's grave stone, her hands grasping on top her little brothers'. As an older sister, she was trying to do her best to comfort her younger twin brothers, Jim and Richard Moriarty.
Even though she was only two years older than them, she felt like she was responsible for taking care of them. Yes, Courtney found them annoying. But isn't that a sibling's job? They were still her brothers and practically the only family she had left.
Ever since her mother had passed on, her Father had started drinking. He was hardly ever home, and when he was he had a tendency to yell. Her Father also had a tendency to beat them. Courtney tried to take all the blows, but that is a much bigger task than it sounds.
