Rachel

I've been running all my life. Away from the horrid memories of the sacrifices my mother made to protect me, and to protect my name from this evil world we live in...
But everything's changed...
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I've recently found out my mother was murdered by a psychopath; choosing the wrong pill in a game of chance that would give away her secret. That gave away my name.
That cost her her life...
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I heard a man named Sherlock Holmes had solved my mother's case along with others who had fallen of the same fate. I must find him so I can warn him: for he does not know what he has gotten himself into...

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26. Lullaby

When I step through the doors at the police station, it looks as if all hell has broken loose. Papers were flying all over the small office cubicles, as if the paper was a bird in disguise. I see Sherlock cunsulting himself, so I decide not to disturb him in his thoughts. People were running and yelling everywhere from every corner, and I thank God briefly that I'm to spot John talking to a tall, gray haired man I have never seen before.

"John!" I say as I approach him through all the calamity happening. John sees me and walks over, and the gray haired man follows, curious of my identity.

"Rachel, what the hell are you doing here?!" John says loudly.

"I'm here to help the kid you told me about. If the child really has been poisoned, then the kid probably still not okay in the mind, especially if they have another sibling in the hospital. Trust me, I know kids."

"I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met." The gray haired man says suddenly. "I'm Detective Inspector Lestrade."

"Rachel Wilson, pleased to meet you." I say, distracted by something I see in the distance. It's a little girl, sitting in an interigattion room (by the looks of it) all by herself, holding a teddy bear tightly in her small pale arms. I ignore Lestrade's confused reaction to my name and start to walk towards the room where the girl is held. I go into the room and lock the door behind me, thinking a bit too boldly that if the police couldn't get a reaction out of this little girl, then maybe I could.

"Hi there." I say with a warm, comforting smile, hoping to ease the girl. Instead of remaning calm, she starts screaming like crazy and takes shelter in a corner of the room. Pretty soon the whole police force and John were banging against the door, begging me to let them in. The little girl covers her ears and closes her eyes while she screams even louder than before.

"Will everyone just SHUT UP!!!" I yell loud enough so everyone outside the room could hear it clearly. The whole police station is soon filled with silence; even the little girl shuts up for a second and opens her eyes. But as soon as I try to come near her again, she starts screaming. I hold a hand up to everyone at the door to make sure they stay quite.

I kneel down towards the girl, still screaming with tears now running down her cheeks, and I put my hands over her own that were protecting her ears.

"Hey...hey, it's okay..." I say comfortingly.

The little girl finally ceases screaming and sniffles as more tears come running down her pale little cheeks. "...No, it's not okay..." I hear gasps form outside the room, and I realize these maybe the first words anyone's gotten out of her since they found her in that factory. "I want my brother!" She cries out, and then she sobs some more.

"Your brother is in the hospital recovering from that candy you ate, but he's okay now." I say honestly. "That's all I know. But he is alive, don't worry." I stroke her pretty dark hair as I say these words. She then jumps up from her little corner and hugs me tight, and I squeeze her as gentlely as I can, as if she were a delicate little china doll. As I feel the shoulder of my dress become increasingly moist, I start singing a lullaby my mother used to sing to me whenever I was afraid:

 

The world may just fall around you

And start to crumble at the seams

But the world will be put back together

While you fall asleep and dream

Dream of the world you want to live in

And build it stone by stone

And pretty soon you'll have that world

That you wanted grown

 

As I continue to repeat the lullaby, I stand and carry the little girl to the door and open it, and I bounce her up and down, as if she were a precious baby who was still grumpy and upset. There is absolute shocked silence as I put her down on the ground (she's heavier than I thought she would be). The girl stands and looks up at me with her little brown eyes, thankfully ignoring all the other people around her.

"Are you an angel?" She asks curiously.

A large smile spreads across my face.

"Why do you think I am?" I ask back, kneeling down to her eye level.

"...Because you have the voice of one...." She replies. "And you kept singing about hope for the broken and sad people in the world." I kiss her precious forehead and hug her, and soon I'm carrying her again.

"How about we go see your brother?" I ask, making a stern face towards Lestrade's ugly expression towards my idea.

"...Yes, I would like that very much Miss Angel..." She answers back polietly. John mouths the name of the hospital, and I nod and smile back as a thank you.

 

There's still absolute silence when the little girl and I walk out of the station, hand in hand.

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