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I am Sherlock

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You know, for the longest time I wanted to be ”normal”. I wanted to fit in, just be like everybody else, but try as I might – that just didn’t happen. It was a useless battle, and it seemed the more I tried, the further away I got from becoming one in the crowd.
I tried using my intelligence to figure out some kind of plan, to figure out what was normal. What people would expect. I tried doing what everyone else did, tried turning over my priorities like a normal teen would.
And during my futile tries, I ended up almost ruining my life completely. I withdrew into a void, falling down a spiral of destruction that could only end up one way. I tried getting what was normal – ignoring completely what I needed to live. I almost lost myself.

Then, when everything was pitch black, I tried to start over somewhere else. Where nobody knew me, and would give me a fresh start. I almost – almost made the same mistake again, but one person stood there, seeing me for just who I was.
One.
That single person looked at me, and instead of seeing a freak, they saw an interesting person. I could hardly believe it. Someone who would see me for who I am, and value it. That didn’t care I could end up completely lost in something, that understood that I wasn’t being mean when I wandered off in my own world. That thought it was funny when I couldn’t understand people, said contradictional things without noticing how a normal person would see it. Who thought my analytic abilities were useful. Who found my intelligence not daunting, but fascinating.  
Who made sure I didn’t forget to eat. Who made sure I got to bed instead of sitting up all night, forgetting time completely. Who thought all my weird quirks to be interesting personality traits.
Someone who’d listen to my ramblings, when no one else would follow my seemingly jumbled thoughts.
Someone who made me feel valued for who I am. That made me understand that it’s perfectly all right for me to be this way. That I’m needed, too.
It’s a sort of freedom. I didn’t know I couldn’t breathe until they got here.
Watson, what would I do without you?
I’d be lonely. So terribly lonely and bitter, but with you?
With you I can take on the world and I’ll know, that if I mess up you’ll be there to explain exactly what went wrong. You’re the bridge between me and normal people. You’re what makes it possible for me to be me, and don’t have to try being someone else.
You’re the very thing I was missing all these years.
I didn’t need to be normal. Being normal would lose me so much that I have, abilities that makes me quite unique. I didn’t need all that. All I needed was that one person who would understand.
I needed you, I just didn’t know.
But now, I’m not trying to be anyone else. I’m me, and that’s fine.
I am Sherlock.
Things are not always what they seem.
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Rhissanna's avatar
Oh, yes. I understand this. Beautifully written, too.