The Broken Soul (Johnlock fanfic)

Chapter 13

Sherlock's POV
For the past two and half weeks I've been trying to figure out how Moriarty figured out my secret. How? HOW? Ever since it happened I've only ever spoke of it twice and years ago. The only other person that should know is Mycroft. So how the hell does he know what I did? Has he told anyone else? God, I hope not.

"Bloody hell, Sherlock. Stop banging your head on the wall!"  I heard John yell.

"Why should I?" I asked, still slamming my head to the wall.

John sighed. "I'm trying to finish my homework but your banging is annoying, and you're going to get a headache."

"Fine I'll stop." I slammed my head against the wall once more, extra hard, then stopped.

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I could tell John wanted to ask me something. He would glance at me and open his mouth, then shaking his head and looking away.

"Oh what is it?" I finally asked.

"What do you mean? John looked confused.

I rolled my eyes, "What do you want to ask me?"

"Oh, um well I-"

"Just say it." I interrupted.

John sighed, "I was just thinking about what Moriarty meant when he said he knew your secret, and I wanted to know if you would tell me what your secret was."

My eyes widened.

"Maybe not then, that's alright." John said quickly.

I could barely hear him, the roaring in my ears was too loud. I'm breathing too fast. Or am I not breathing at all? I brought my knees into my chest and hugged them as tight as I could. I buried my head in my chest and started crying. I think I'm having a panic attack. Why am I having a panic attack?

"Sherlock? Sherlock are you ok?" John rushed over and tried to comfort me. "Shh it's ok. It'll be alright."

"Nothing's ok, John, nothing." I choked out.

After a while I calmed down and decided I would tell John.

I sighed, "When I was fourteen, maybe fifteen, there was this boy a-and he would always make fun of me for being smart and gay. Normal bullying y'know? But he took it too far. One day he shoved me into the janitors closet and pulled a knife out and threatened that if I didn't kill myself in the next forty-eight hours h-he would hurt me. Then I grabbed the knife out of his hand a-and stabbed him in the chest repeatedly. To make sure I didn't get caught I framed one of the other 'popular' kids. I-I didn't know what came over me." I let out a loud sob.

"Oh Sherlock." John whispered.

Suddenly the door burst open. "Surprise mother-"

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A/N Oooo things are getting interesting