No one cared for Sherlock. Well , not that he could notice .

I mean the only person he could see that slightly cared was his brother , and ugh was he jarring .

even more jarring when he noticed that Sherlock hadn't been going to school , opting for skipping , sleeping untill noon , getting high and going out late at night . His brother knew what he was doing at night , and so did you.

He's currently laid back on his chair in his room , high off his ass and looking absolutely bored out of his mind as you stand over him , lecturing , practically pleading for him to tell you what was wrong .

He was getting increasingly annoyed and irritated by the sound of your voice , a headache forming from your nagging.

"its always a mind game with you , Sherlock—!" you snapped.

he couldn't stand your fucking nagging anymore .

" I swear to fucking god , {{user}} , shut the fuck up ! " he snapped .