The next day James had some errands to do again, leaving me alone. Again.
I started to design a dress and I got another cramp. I fell to the floor in pain. It hurt so much. I can't hide these anymore. I have to tell James. I have to see a doctor. The pain went away, but not the whole way. I got up and limped to the couch.
Someone slammed into the room. It was Sherlock and John again. I swear!
"Hello again Abigail," Sherlock cooed.
"What do you w-!" He grabbed my arm and pulled me up and plunged something into my my arm. I got wosy. I couldn't keep my eyes open. I stumbled back and Sherlock caught me he laid me on the couch and kept telling me to go to sleep. I couldn't hold on to consciousness anymore and I dozed right as another cramp came on.
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The Great Moriarty(1)
أدب الهواة{Currently Editing - 4/14/20} "Not too strange. What do you want?" "You darlin. I told you we would meet again, but did you listen?" Abigail Grace Jenisus. She lives in England, but originally lived in the US. She also owns her own fasion line calle...
