Their Biggest Secret

Chapter XXXII: Reflection

I was highly sensible to noises, so I could footsteps coming down the hall, in our direction. 

''Get back on the chair, go!'' I whispered to Mycroft, half yelling.

He did as I said, I laid my head down on the ground again, in the little pool of blood. And just as i expected, Moriarity came walking in the next second. I groaned as I was struggling on the ground. Mycroft probably thought this was acted, but I was really in pain. Due to the blood I had lost, I was starting to feel dizzy.

Moriarity kneeled down next to me, placing two fingers on the side of my neck, checking my pulse. As soon as he felt my heart was beating, he rolled me over on my back. He turned to Mycroft: 

''Did she move in the last 10 minutes?''

''A bit.'' Mycroft awnsered, looking down at me.

''Good enough.''

He snapped his fingers and two guards marched towards Mycroft, they lifted him up from his chair and walked him out of the room. Moriarity yelled at one of the guards to come grab me, because he didn't want his suit to be ruined by the blood.

Drama queen.

I could feel my body being lifted from the floor, more softly than expected. I was carried outside bridal style and lifted into a car.

I blacked out at that point and when I woke up, I was in the cold wind. I was sure we were somewhere high on top of a building or something. I opened my eyes, I immediatly recognised the area: Our old highschool.

Moriarity noticed that I was opened my eyes again: ''Don't you like it here? Do you remember?"

''What the hell are we doing here?'' I asked, I was starting to get scared now.

''We're gonna solve the problem, the final problem.''

I knew exaclty what he was gonna do for the last show:

''Keep Mycroft out of this.''

''No, no, that would be alot less fun.'' He replied smirking.

He walked up to me, kneeling down next to me. He handed me a phone: ''Call Sherlock.''

I dailed his number, I might as well spent my last minutes alive talking to the one I love:

''Hey Sherlock.'' 

''Y/N, where are you?''

''You remember our old highschool?''

''Our highschool? What do you mean our?''

I looked across at Moriarity, waiting for some kind of permission. He nodded.

''Sher, do you remember Lauraine Withlock?''

It was silent for a couple of seconds on the other side of the line:

''Sherlock?''

A little tear rolled down my cheek, I needed to tell him what was going on: "When I was 'Murdered', the killer was Richard Brook, that name is dedicated to the case that made your name: ReichenBach. It's all an escalated highschooldrama." I explained.

I waited for a couple of seconds, no noise on the other side of telephone. I looked over to Moriarity, who was now pointing a gun straight at my head, I sighted:
"Hey Sherlock, I know your listening. I just wanted to tell you how much I love you. Ever since I've met you my life has changed completely. Promise me you will go on and never forget me. And wear the suit to the wedding. Stay strong, I love you." I ended the call.

I looked over at Mycroft as I scrabbled up to my feet. Tears were streaming down his face. I turned to Moriarity, he looked me into my eyes. I nodded as I walked over to Mycroft one more time: "Take care of him okay?" I said smiling, a single tears falling from my face to the ground.

I walked over to the edge of the building, I needed to jump in order to safe my loved onces. I sighted heavily before I turned around, facing both men, one shocked one smirking more than he ever did before.

I smiled at Mycroft one more time before letting myself fall
backward, off the building.