Her Darkness (Jim Moriarty x Reader)

Chapter Seven

It had been two weeks since Jim had visited me. I was currently asleep. As I drifted off to sleep, I began to dream.

I was in the middle of what seemed to be no where. For a moment, I thought I was alone. That was, before I turned around and saw Jim.

"You seem confused." Jim said.

I nodded my head slightly. I was, very clearly confused. I was usually good at hiding it, but I guess he was able to tell.

"I am. What's going on?" I asked.

"You did agree to help me. I'm glad you got rid of that woman for me. I couldn't do it myself after all, I mean, I could have. But it's so much more fun to have someone else do it. I really don't like getting my hands dirty." Jim said.

I looked at him with a slight hint of confusion. Once I looked down at the ground, it dawned on me what he meant. Just a few inches away from where I stood, there layed a woman, covered in blood, a pool of blood surrounding her as well. Her throat was slit open and there were at least three bullet wounds. One in her head, one on her right shoulder, and one on the left side of her chest.

"It is a bit much, although, I'm not going to judge you for going over board. You do have quite a bit of pent up aggression." Jim said.

"You made me kill her." I said.

"I didn't make you do anything, my dear. I simply asked you to, and you did." Jim said.

"Why would I listen to anything you say?" I asked.

"Simple. You fell for me." Jim said.

"No, no, no. That's, no. I don't have feelings for you. I couldnt." I said.

"Well, we both know that's not quite true. You clearly do. Why else would you be dreaming of me?" Jim asked.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"I'm a genius, don't you think I know the difference between a dream and reality?" Jim asked.

I woke up with a slight gasp. I turned on my lamp. I sighed with relief when I realized I was still at home, safe in my bedroom.

I sat up in bed. I didn't think that I would be able to fall back asleep. It was six in the morning anyways, so I didn't even see the use in trying to fall back asleep in the first place.

I grabbed my phone. There was only one person I wanted to talk to right now. I hoped he'd be able to talk some sense into me. I called him up and hoped he would answer.

"Hello? Y/n, I didn't expect you to call this early in the morning" John said, his voice sounding a bit tired.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" I asked, a hint of guilt lacing my voice.

"I would've woken up sometime soon anyway probably. Is everything alright?" John asked.

"No. I can't, can I tell you something?" I asked.

"Of course you can. What is it?" John asked.

"Just, promise you won't hate me, or think I'm awful." I said.

"Okay" John said.

"Promise me." I said.

"Okay, I promise. Out with it." John said.

"It's Jim. I can't stop thinking about him. He's constantly in my dreams now." I said.

"What do you mean? What are you doing in these dreams?" John asked.

"Never anything intimate, or romantic, but, usually it ends or starts with me having hurt someone for him. I do what he wants me to in these dreams." I said.

"Are you afraid you're actually going to do what he wants, in real life, I mean?" John asked.

"Yeah, I am. I'm scared of that. I know how manipulative he is, John. He knows how to get in people's heads. He knows how to push the right buttons." I said.

"But, you don't want to do what he wants?" John asked.

"No, most of me doesn't." I said.

"Most of you?" John asked.

"There is a small part. Part of me that just wants to hurt people, make the world pay for the pain I've been through" I said.

"You're stronger than that. You can fight that urge" John said.

"I hope." I said.

"I know you can." John said.

"Okay. I'm gonna go now. Sorry again for waking you" I said before hanging up.

I got up out of bed, and put my phone into my pocket. I walked out of my room and into the living room. I grabbed a book and started reading, trying to get my mind to calm down.