I'm not the mad one (BBC Sherlock)

Chapter 6: What is this feeling?

AN: So I know you're are all wondering when this story is going to go on the storyline of Sherlock well it will soon, hopefully in a chapter or two but I don't know exactly yet since I want Emilia to have her ankle healed up and to do another part with Matt before it goes on to the storyline and I won't tell you why because spoilers!~ Anywho I should probably make things more clear for you guys, this story has started after the 2nd episode in the 1st season and before the 3rd episode and I know that John was still in a relationship with Sarah in episode 3 but I didn't remember till after I wrote about him being cheated on so yeahhhhhh.....But let's just say he got back with Sarah. Anyway exams are over for me so as long as I don't procrastinate I shall be fine and a new chapter will happen soon so hope you enjoy the chapter and see you later! Xx

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A body, a lifeless once alive human body was right there laying face down on the floor in front of me as the weapon was only to be seen in my hand, a gun. I didn't want to do it but I didn't have a choice, I never do.

I stared down at the dead body that used to belong to a man who was suspected for betrayal, just the sight of it made me sick, it made me feel sick at myself on how I ever came to actually killing another person who I actually never knew. No longer being able to control myself I fell to my knees on the floor, crying as I started shaking and I threw the gun to the other side of the room and placed my hands over my face to hide my crying, upset face.

The sound of the door swinging open was of no surprise to me especially when I could recognise the person to be my big brother just by his footsteps and the slight figure that I could see from the cracks between my fingers that covered my eyes, protecting them from looking further at the mess I had made. He stopped in front of me and I could just tell he was upset at me, I failed his expectations like I always do because I'm nothing but a failure in his eyes.

"Emilia, I'm surprised," he paused for a second as I looked up at him through my hands, "no I am I really am, I mean I thought you would of actually lasted just a little more longer to look at his body but it seems that you just disappointed me. You know what I have to do now then right?" James asked me as he looked down at me, his hands behind his back and here I was just level to his knees. Then all of a sudden I felt a sharp sting on my cheek and then-

Gasping, my body jolted straight up from what was my bed by looking down at my legs which was covered by the grey covers...Wait my bed?! How did I end up here? Just a second ago I was in the hospital and I had put John's note in my pocket. I looked around me, panicking only to find that I was shrouded by the darkness of my room when the door opened, the bright rays from the hallway coming in and I could vaguely see the silhouette of a man, John, I blinked adjusting my sight of the sudden light.

"John...How did I get here?" I asked him, my curiosity getting the best of me like it always seems to do. John walked up to me, leaving the door ajar to keep the light in the room. My eyes followed him as he stopped and sat on the side of the bed, sitting next to me. "I don't exactly know how myself but are you alright?" He asked me and I must of been crying because he smudged his thumb below my right eye and I started to look into his eyes, slowly losing myself into them while also calming myself down at the same time.

I swallowed hard, nodding slightly, feeling like I could no longer speak as I remembered what was written on the note that John left behind at the hospital. "You sure? You were shaking when I got back, anyway Sherlock said he wants to talk to you and try not to put to much pressure on your foot" John told me and as he stood up, I looked down at my foot, that was poking out of covers slightly, only to see that there was a fresh, clean bandage over my ankle neatly.