Y/n Holmes // Sherlocks Sister

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My head's banging from the previous day, memories trying to resurface but I can't fully see them due to their shattered visage. I'm not going out today, not after yesterday. Yes, that's one thing I can remember. My depression is slowly creeping back to me, reminding me that it never truly leaves but it just lets me feel numb for a month or two before getting back to work. As I lay on my bed, curled up into a comfortable ball, I hear three male voices instead of two: John, Sherlock and someone else. It seems oddly familiar but I can't quite make it out.
"Y/N? Are you awake?" It's Sherlock. He tried to open the front door but it wont open. "Y/N? Why is the door locked? Open it now, please"
I'm just laying here with my head sunken into the soft pillows, looking at the rather boring wall.
"Y/N, it's Mycroft"
Oh fucking fantastic.
"Come on little sister mine, open the door. Stop acting like a fool."

Oh wow, a fool. He makes me feel like a fool for just saying these kind of things. Maybe I shouldn't feel like this, I have no reason to?

"Christ Y/N, for gods sakes! Mrs. Hudson! Could we have the spare key?"

It's not that I don't want them to come in, no,I just cant get up. My energy levels have decreased dramatically, so much that I cant even open my eyes fully. I hear some keys rustling together and the door open.

"Y/N! Where are you?" Sherlock shouts through my house. He rushes to my door and just looks at me.
"I thought you were in danger! Why didn't you open the door?"
I shrug slightly, not wanting to answer.

"Oh Y/N look at you", the ridiculing voice rings through my ears ,"there'll be nothing left to you soon apart from an empty, hollow shell of a woman. I fear that is already the case", Mycroft sighs.
I just close my eyes, I could fall asleep right now if I didn't have my 2 brothers staring at me.

"No, don't close your eyes. Look at us. I knew something was wrong when you hadn't contacted Sherlock in 6 months, you've always been close. Why have you started doing these unforgivable things to yourself: drugs, drinking, smoking, probably many others that we aren't aware of, yet."

They'll never know. I've been too careless so far, adjusting to this new life style. I'll be more careful from now on.

I just shrug in response.

"Y/N", Sherlock says, kneeling down to my level by the bed,"You can honestly tell us anything, we're here to listen."

This i why I've always preferred Sherlock.Yes, Mycroft cares but not in the way Sherlock does. He comforts me, Mycroft just knows everything about me and where I'll be, so I feel a sort of security around him sometimes.

"Not yet", I mumble into my pillow whilst turning over.

"Well Y/N, we haven't got all day, so whe-"
"Good god Mycroft, give her some space!" Sherlock interrupts. Silence follows by the sound of footsteps to my door.

"Y/N? Y/N, please turn to face me. Don't worry I'm leaving in a minute I just need to ask one last thing".
I turn to look at my oldest brother, god can't this question just wait?

"Next time you use anything, write a list. I don't care if I'm not there to see the list, but I want you to find a notebook around this place which you can write the date down and everything you take. And I mean, everything. Measurements, the name, the type, how long for."

"Okay, I'll find a notebook in a bit", I say whilst turning over. My eyes drift close and I slowly fall asleep again, this time not being disturbed.