Her Darkness (Jim Moriarty x Reader)

Chapter Nine

"I asked what the point of being good is, John. It's not getting me anywhere" I said.

"Being a bad person, like Jim Moriarty isn't really going to get you anywhere either" John said.

"It takes so much energy to fight it. I don't know if the fight is even worth it." I said.

"Of course it is" John said.

"Then give me a reason. Please. Give me one good reason to fight this." I said.

"I can't give you one." John said. "Just, dont do it."

"That's what I thought. You should just go" I said.

John nodded. "Think about it" He said before walking to the door. He opened it, walked out, then left, closing the door behind him.

I pulled out my phone. I sent a text to Jim.

When can we meet up?

You want to meet up? Is
there a reason?

Yeah. I'm tired of pretending to be good. Absolutely done
With acting like I want to fight this dark side of me. I'm ready to give into it.

Are you sure that's what
you actually want?

Yeah, I'm sure. They can't
even give me a good reason to actually be good. So, I don't even see the point in trying.
It takes to much energy.

You really got bored of
being on the side of the angels, didn't you?

I guess so. There's just absolutely no point in it.

I sent a cab over to your flat. It should be there momentarily. It'll take you to me, then we can talk.

Okay. I'll see you later.

I put my phone back away in my pocket. I got up and walked over to the door. I opened the door and walked out, then closed it behind me.

I stood out there and waited for the cab to arrive. I stuck my hands in my pockets while I waited.

After a few minutes the cab arrived. I walked over and opened the door and got in.

"You y/n?" The cab driver asked.

"Yes, I am" I said.

"Alright" They said before driving off.

I leaned my head against the window and stared out of it. Part of me wondered if I was making the right choice. I mean, it wasn't right to hurt people, but, the right choice for me. I was wondering if I would regret this later.

"Stop overthinking this." I thought. I took a deep breath and continued to stare out the window.

"You know this isn't right" John's voice said.

"I don't care anymore" I thought.

"You know that's not true. It isn't true y/n. You have to know that" John's voice said.

"If you think that you, a voice in my head can convince me to not do this, you are mistaken" I thought.

"You'll get caught" John's voice said.

"No, I won't" I thought.

The cab parked. "No need to pay. Just get out" The driver said.

I nodded my head. "Alright" I said before getting unbuckled, then getting out of the car.

I walked over to the door of the place. I opened the door and walked inside, then closed the door behind me.

"I didn't think you would actually come. I didn't know you were serious" Jim said.

"Did you think it was a trick?" I asked.

"Sort of. But, I should've known, you'd give in eventually" Jim said.

"You're right, you should have. You're clever, you saw that darkness, despite the fact I've been hiding most of my life. You saw right through that" I said.

"Yes, I did. I just thought people like John and Sherlock would convince you to stay on the side of the angels" Jim said.

"Oh, John did try. Much to his failure, he didn't succeed." I said.

"Not that I'm not glad you didn't listen, but why do you want to be bad?" Jim asked.

"I have pain, darkness, it hurts to keep it in. I crave power, respect. I'm done with pretending. Pretending all the time is so exhausting. So, I don't see the point" I said.

"So, this is what you really want?" Jim asked.

"How many times do I have to say it? Yes. It is. I'm done being good, the side of the angels only ever let me down" I said.

"Do you really hate them?" Jim asked.

"No, I don't hate them." I said.

"But they let you down. They kept you from who you truly are" Jim said.

"Maybe I'm not this bad person, Jim." I said.

"So you're going back to denying the truth?" Jim asked.

"It's not the truth. I'm not a bad person, I never was" I said.

"We both know that's not quite true" Jim said.

I put my hands in my pockets and looked down. "I don't want it to be true." I said.