I cover my face as the glass shatters around me and I can feel them cut into my skin, but I concentrate on peddling my legs to propell me forwards. I stand half a chance of surviving if I land in the water but if I hit the ground - I don't stand a chance.
My heart is in my mouth as I look at the ground below me. I've never liked heights, and now I might die because of it.
Luckily, I seem to be getting closer to the water and I've also caught the attention of half of London. It's all happening so quickly. I stop moving my legs and instead push myself forward so that I'm in a diving position. I take in a deep breath, bracing myself for the impact of the water. If I've misjudged this and it's low tide, I'm dead.
But I feel my hands push through the surface of the water, and less than a second later, I'm fully submerged.
My long coat drags me down, but I kick up to the surface. It's physically draining, and my only guide is a dim light in the distance due to the murkiness. It does't bare thinking about what I'm swimming in now. Eventually, however, I reach the surface, and when I do, I draw in a deep breath.
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Sophia Holmes and the Scandal in Belgravia *Completed*
FanfictionBook 9 Decent cases appear to have dried up at Baker Street. With Moriarty on the run, who knows how Sophie is going to respond when a familiar face pops back onto the scene?
