The Life Of Miss Amelia Holmes: The Locket

Amelia Rose Holmes. Is Not your average High school student. With the constant drama of her life and the ever so sudden appearance of James Moriarty will she be protected.
(Sherlock Holmes fanfic)


11. Discharged.



I woke up to a nurse sat by my bed. I checked the date on my phone, huh? 6 days till my birthday.

" You can go now." Said the nurse smiling." Is anyone coming to collect you?". I shook my head, grabbing my bags, I saw on the side of my bed, stood a vase of flowers and grabbed them too. She walked me to the front door of the Hospital, I sighed.

Where to go from here? I walked along the path slowly, kicking up the autumn leaves as I went. I picked small petals off the side of the bouquet. Felix, I smiled.

I reached the drive of Holmes Manor, I walked up silently to the door. I held my hand up to the door, about to knock until the door opened. There stood Sherlock, his face stern, he moved out of the way so I could walk through. I did so.

" Oh look its your pathetic little sister, I though we'd got rid of her?" Said an annoying voice I recognized. I strutted out of the room, but poked my head round the door.

" Shut up Anderson!" I said, rolling my eyes and storming upstairs. I locked the locket back into the safe. I hoped I would never have to hold the locket again, it was a stupid reminder of my stupid family. I heard my phone ring, I walked over to my dresser, where I had placed it. It was Felix. I declined the call and dropped my phone into the top draw.

I grabbed a back pack from the bottom of my wardrobe and packed the essentials I would need. I needed to go, to get away from it all, away from Sherlock. They said to give it time but I didn't have time, I had courage.

I would go find my own cases, un-noticed, secretive.I slung the bag onto my back and headed for the door. I slammed the door behind me, throwing a note behind me. I knew I'd be gone for a while, so I couldn't say good by for sure. I made my way to the cabin in the woods, expecting to find the beautiful wooden structure. Instead  I was coldly greeted with the cabin vandalized. I ran into the cabin, much like in my dream and there was Felix, sitting in the arm chair, smiling with a sardonic grin.

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