Her Darkness (Jim Moriarty x Reader)

Chapter Six

"You just thought that you should drop by?" I asked.

"Yes" Sherlock said.

"I haven't seen you in over a week, and you just, causally drop by?" I asked.

"Is there something wrong with that?" Sherlock asked.

I sighed. "I suppose not" I said.

"You seem like you have a lot on your mind" Sherlock said.

"I do." I said plainly.

"What's on your mind?" Sherlock asked.

"You aren't a therapist, Sherlock" I said.

"No, you're correct, I'm not. But I am your friend." Sherlock said.

"You think of me as your friend?" I asked.

"Yes." Sherlock said.

"So, you want me to tell you the truth?" I asked.

"Preferably, yes." Sherlock said,

"It's Jim Moriarty. He keeps insisting I work with him. Wants me to get rid of some people. Don't see why he won't have one of his other people do it for him. For some reason, he wants me on his side." I said.

"Is there something you aren't telling me?" Sherlock asked.

"We've been in contact, also, he may have payed me a visiting earlier." I said.

"You've been talking with him? He's going to get into your head. You already have that darkness, he'll make it worse" Sherlock said.

"Why do the both of you think I have this darkness inside of me?" I asked.

Okay. So I did, I do. I do have this darkness inside of me. This, darkness, anger, hate, pain, need for revenge. I've had this almost my whole life, but I've ignored it. I've pushed it down and pushed it away, hoping it would never show it's ugly face.

"We can deduce people, y/n. And it's not like you're exactly hard to figure out." Sherlock said.

"Is that so? Then tell me, what do you think I'm like?" I asked.

"You're the type of person to hide your feelings. You act like you don't have them, but you do. You claim to control them, when really, you have seemingly no control, but can act like it" Sherlock said.

"That's where you're wrong. I do have control over my emotions." I said.

"Right. So you say. You have this, unexplainable darkness, a pain inside of you, that you ignore. You do want to be a good person, but there is this part of you, that clings to that pain, that darkness, to the shadows. A part of you that just wants to be set free." Sherlock said.

"Careful, you're starting to sound like Jim." I said.

"You know I'm not him." Sherlock said.

"You're right, I do know that you aren't him. But you two are alike. Just, on two different sides of the chess board. Just a few pushes and shoves, and you'd be just like him." I said.

"You could be too. Your past is probably more like his than mine" Sherlock said.

"My past is filled with a lot of pain, Sherlock. But I don't see any chance of me ever turning into him" I said.

"But there is a part of you that does want to help him, isn't there?" Sherlock asked.

"As much as I hate to admit it, yeah. There is." I said.

"What do you see in him?" Sherlock asked.

"See in him? You say that as if I have feelings for him." I said.

"Do you?" Sherlock asked.

"No, obviously not. I couldn't fall for someone like that." I said.

"Don't be so sure, my dear" I thought. But, it didn't sound like my thought. It was Jim's voice, echoing through my head. "Don't be so sure" The voice echoed again.

I shook my head. A chill ran down my spine.

"Are you alright?" Sherlock asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired." I said.

Sherlock nodded. "I'll leave then, let you rest" He said. He walked to the door. He opened it, walked out, then left.

I walked to the door and locked it. After locking the door, I walked to my room.

I walked into my room and shut the door behind me before walking over to my bed and laying down. I stared up at the ceiling for about twenty minutes before eventually turning over to my side.

I pulled my blanket over myself before eventually falling asleep.