Rose (Sherlock FanFic)

A scream, a cry, a shot. Repeating, on and on, until it stops, and I'm safe in someone's arms. Alas, the first arms I were in after were bad. I can recall the smile. The pale face, cackling at me. I was only one year old, but it was scary enough for me that I even remember today.

I remember, when I was three, John Watson and Sherlock Holmes took me in. Ms. Hudson would take care of me sometimes too. And Greg, Molly, and Uncle Mycroft. A private tutor, one of the best in London, schooled me. I would sit at home usually, or work at Speedy’s, Ms. Hudson's shop to earn a bit more spending money. There is no "social life" for me. I'm too curious for that.

Rose. A thorn, sharp to protect it, and what is around it. A petal, soft to touch, beautiful. A fragrance, drawing things in, and yet at the same time, out. Rose. The end of a beautiful beginning, or maybe the beautiful beginning, of the end. At least for me. Who would I be, you ask? Rose.