Sherlock Imagines

Scars Of The Past (Part 1)-Sherlock

You were horrified at the moment. A man towered above you in the alleyway. His fist came down and hit you. You groaned in pain as he continued to beat you.

"You should really think next time."  The man said panting.

He kicked you in the stomach.

"You were stupid!" 

Once again he kicked you. You let out a cry of pain as tears streamed down your cheeks. He was about to deliver another punch but someone grabbed his arm.

"Excuse me."  The new person said.

"What do you want?"  The man asked roughly.

"Well, I'm pretty sure, and I'm no expert, but that's no way to treat a lady."  The new man said.

"Why should I listen to you?" 

"Oh, I can give you a reason." 

The new man pulled his fist back and punched the other man out. He then turned to you and extended his hand towards you. You took it gratefully and he pulled you up.

"Thank you."  You said weakly." 

"You're welcome."  He said. "My name is Sherlock Holmes."  He said after a slight pause.

"Y/n y/l/n."  You said.

The two of you shook hands and he looked at your hand and arm. You noticed what he was looking at and jerked your arm away. You looked down at your feet, completely embarrassed.
You looked up just as Sherlock Holmes started to walk away. You turned to follow him.

"Wait!"  You called.

You felt a pain in your stomach and fell to the ground. Sherlock stopped and turned around seeing that you were unable to walk.

"I'll help you to my flat. My friend is a doctor, he can help you."  He offered.

You smiled and he helped you up, again. He took your arm and wrapped it around his shoulders and held your side to keep you from falling. Luckily, his flat wasn't too far. The tricky part was that his flat was upstairs.
Sherlock saw the face you made and swept you up into his arms. You weren't expecting it but he carried you all the way up the steps. He laid you down on the couch and smiled.

"I'll go find John."  He said.

'John...that name sounds familiar' you thought.

You brushed it off and stared at the door waiting for someone else to come in. You saw the unmistakable black curls. A shorter man came up behind him and you couldn't believe your eyes.

"John?"  You asked.

He looked at you confused before he realized who you were, "Y/n?" 

You nodded and he smiled. "Y/n!"  He exclaimed. "What happened?"  He asked.

You didn't want to answer. It hurt just thinking about it.

"I found her being beaten in an alleyway."  Sherlock explained.

John's eyes went wide and he immediately started checking you. He asked where it hurt and where you were hit. Soon he was done and you sat up, wincing as you did.

"You gonna be okay?"  John asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine.  I've made it this far haven't I?"  You said.

John laughed slightly and then looked at Sherlock.

"I've got to run. I'm meeting Sarah for dinner."  He said.

"Alright."  Sherlock said.

"I'll see you later."  He said to the both of you and left.

After the front door shut, Sherlock's head turned to face you.

"So, you and John are old friends?"  He asked.

"Yeah.  We were close friends in school."  You told him.

"But?" 

"But what?"  You asked.

"I don't know. It just seems like there's more."  Sherlock said putting his hands in his lap.

You sighed, "You wouldn't want to know my story."  You said.

"I already know most of it."  He said, making you confused.

"How?"  You asked.

"By your appearances."  He stated simply.

"What appearances?  My scars?"  You questioned.

"Those told me that you were abused as a child."  He said.

"Not just abused."  You added sadly.

Sherlock shifted in his seat, now intrigued in this conversation. You sighed knowing that now you couldn't back out of it.

"My parents did used to beat me. But that wasn't the only way I was hurt. I was the main person to bully at the school, they'd yell hurtful things at me. I met John one day, because I was being bullied.
"He stepped in and stopped them. We then got to know each other and became the best of friends. But my parents had gotten a job offer somewhere else and I had to drop out of school. I was sad about leaving John, but relieved about being away from bullies.
"But, unlucky for me, things didn't change. I guess I'm just the sort of person to get bullied."  You finished your story.

You wiped away the tears that you didn't even notice had fallen. Sherlock was silent but you could see sympathy in his eyes.

"I-I'm so sorry."  He said.

"It's okay. It's in the past and there's no changing that."  You said and looked down at your fingers. "Now I have scars all over and I can't cover them all." 

"Scars shouldn't be bad. They show how strong you are. You are very strong to have endured that much pain as a child."  He said.

"And nowadays."  You added.

"Well, we may not be able to change the past, but we can fix the future."  Sherlock said.

"What do you mean?"  You asked.

"As long as you stick with me and John, no one will ever try and hurt you again."  He offered.

"You're sure?"  You asked.

Sherlock smiled and held out his hand to you, "Positive."