Sherlock POV

The Terror of Realization

Sherlock slowly worked through his anxiety on his way home with the breathing exercises he was taught by his old therapist. He was about to walk through his gate when he realized that he didn't have any off his books. His heart sank, he walked through the gate and went inside.

Today was just crapy, Mycroft wasn't home which was odd. He flopped down on the couch, and turned on the telly.

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2 hours

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Sherlock woke up to a nock On the door. He grudgingly walked over to the door, he expected it to be Mycroft, not thinking it was his house. He opened the door and his heart stopped. He looked up to see the evil grin of his parents. His breathing stopped and he went as white as a ghost.

"Hello dear," snierd his mother. Tears started to form in his eyes, there was nothing he could do but yell and fight back, but his parents had custody of him, and they could easily lay there way out of things. They had power that made them dangerous to him. Then he spotted John, why did he bring these monsters to his doorstep, he thought.

John smiled and spoke,"You left theses and your parents said you were here, so I wanted to return them." Sherlock wasn't even listening. He was to scared. He was starting to haperventalate as his father stepped closer.

"Come on William, lest get you home!" He snapped as he moved his arm towards Sherlock. Sherlock was tarifed, he let out a scream as he ran from his father. He wasn't fast inof. His father grabbed him and pushed him on the floor. Sherlock feet sharp knees dig into his back. His head hit the ground hard, and Sherlock felt pain wash over him. He slowly heard more screams, then he passed out.

Sherlock awoke on the floor of his brothers hallway. Pain went through his lungs as he coughed. His head aked. Then he hurd some mumbles, and noticed John sitting next to him. He mad out the words like 999, and then saw John looked up. Mycroft ran in and cradled his brothers head. They were only mumbles panick as Sherlock passed out again.

When Sherlock woke up the this time he was in a hospital bed. His head aked trumeldisly, and was raped in gaz. He slowly turned his head to see Mycroft sitting in the chair next to him.

"Hello Brother of mine, good to see your awake." He spoke sadly. They was hurt in his eyes but also hope? "I've got something that will make you happy." He spoke in a lighten tone. He held up a curtifacit. Sherlock looked at the paper and squinted. He had a bad concussion, so his vision was blurry. It read, Cirtifact of Adoption, Sherlock Holmes is now under the Gardena Ship of Mycroft Holmes.

Sherlock looks happily at Mycroft befor getting a bad head ake. He layed back in his bed and looked at the celling. The harsh lights hurt his eyes, then the door opened catching everyone's attention.

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If you want to know why his parents and John are there, go to the other side of the story, it will clear things up. Sorry again for the mistakes, we would love some feedback. 

-Speedy