Haunted Holmes ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Burn

We decide to take the Underground to the hospital.

It's very crowded.

Sherlock finds a spot, and grabs my wrist tightly, yanking me with him.

It's not as sweet as he used to hold my hand, but I shouldn't expect much.

When we arrive at the hospital he runs to the room Mary was in, a worried look on his face.

His hand is still locked around my wrist, pulling me with him. It hurts so much to run, but I endure it.

We reach the room, and he finally let's go of my wrist, running up to John, who was holding the little infant.

I stand by the front door and watch quietly as they all share tears and smile.

Even Sherlock.

It's so touching. Watching a family.

But it leaves me standing there, full of envy, when I am already drained of hope.

For a second...I begin to hate them all, but those thoughts are quickly shaken off. It's not his fault he doesn't remember me...yet I still...I hate him for it. I hate him so much for leaving me like this.

I place a hand on my stomach, and run to the nearest ladies restroom, before they can notice me.

I throw up endlessly as tears fall from my face.

I feel a soothing hand rubbing my back as I throw up.

I choke up and cough up the remainder of throw up, before running to the sink and cleansing my mouth out, washing my face, and staring at the mirror.

There, behind me, stood a man in a Westwood suit.

"What do you want?" I croak out.

"You're still very beautiful, even though you've got that...thing in your stomach." Jim smirks, walking over next to me.

He stares at me from the mirror.

"Look at yourself Y/N." He tells me.

I stare at myself in the mirror.

My eyes are bloodshot and my face is drained pale. I have dark circles under my eyes, my veins slightly visible around my dark circles.

"Sherlock has given up on you..." He sings.

"It's all your fault." I spit.

He gasps dramatically.

"You catch on fast." A grin appears on his face.

I get a headache staring at myself. I don't want to talk to the devil right now.

"Oh, and its not just Sherlock who forgot you, love. I made sure that everyone you ever befriended forgot you. Sorry, but such precautions are necessary in confirming that you won't pull any sly moves. You have to come with me after you give birth, if you want them to remember you again." He strokes my hair.

Goosebumps begin to form all over my body.

"And if you don't..." Jim continues in a sinister tone, his lips brushing against my ear.

I begin to feel nauseous in anticipation.

"I'll burn every single person you hold dear." He tells me, before exiting the restroom.