Haunted Holmes ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Disregarded

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I watch him carefully, as he inspects the gun, whilst continuing to keep me pinned on the wall, and I try so hard not to show any type of fear, but it's impossible. He reminds me too much of...that guy from high school. Elusa's boyfriend....his strength, and how powerless he made me.

I feel like I'm reliving the exact situation from 10 years ago...

and I don't like it.

I want Sherlock...

No.

I need to fight for myself, or else I'll be scared forever.

But how?

He presses the tip of the gun on my neck, and I breath heavily, to control my breathing pattern. My throat is dry and my eyes sting as I try to repel my tears from falling.

"If you make any sound...I'll shoot you, okay?" He whispers softly.

I take the time to scratch small marks into the wall with my nails, in hope that maybe Sherlock would notice them, and know that something was wrong.

But I feel like he works for someone who wants me.

There are only two people like that.

And they both want me alive.

If I scream now, Sherlock will hear, and the man won't be able to shoot, because his employer, Vincent or, Jim would get angry. I think it's Jim, because Vincent and I have already made a deal.

He lets go of both my arms, but grabs my left arm again soon after, dragging me down the steps, with the gun pointed to my head.

I wasn't scared as much anymore, I was thinking.

I could scream now, and he wouldn't shoot me if his employer was Jim or Vincent.

It's a big risk, but I'm sure it'll work.

"SHERLOCK!" I scream.

The man's eyes widen at me.

"SHERLOCK HELP---!" I scream again, but could not finish this time.

He had shot me.

My vision begins to blur, and I am thrown over the man's shoulder, as he runs out of the house.

We get to a car. He sets me on the passenger seat, before quickly going to the drivers seat, and starting the car.

I touch the wound and look at my hand. There's blood.

In the distance I can hear Sherlock's voice, calling for me...

but by then I have already blacked out.

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I wake up, in the same car, except theres a cloth firmly wrapped around my shoulder, to prevent bleeding.

He didn't kill me?

I sit up in the passenger seat, and look out the window. I was at a gas station.

It's still night, and I still have time to get home by morning, so Vincent can pick me up. A deal is a deal, and I really need that infromation.

The man who had abducted me is not in the car with me, and neither are the keys, so I suspect he's at the gas station's rest stop.

Using my other arm that still works, I try to open the door, but it's locked.

I see people outside, putting gas into their vehicles. I bang at the window, and yell for help, in hope to get their attention.

I do get their attention, but they just look at me.

Nobody helps. They just stare. I am disregarded.

Why?

When I see that these people aren't helping I smash the window by kicking it, shattering it.

Some glass shards get into my wrapped wound and I bit my bottom lip. It hurt so much.

I kick off as much excess glass that I can that's stuck to the window, before getting half of my body out from the window.

Unfortunately, there were still some pieces left and they had gotten in my legs arms as I worked the other half of my body out from the window.

I ran to the nearest alley, and began to remove the shards from my skin, whimpering in pain, as I did so.

Everything escalated so quickly...

I don't even know where I am...

I don't bother to search for a cab, I've got no money.

It begins to rain, and I sit down, hiding in the jacket Sherlock had given me.