High Functioning Hopeless Romantic

Chapter 7

A pounding filled my head from front to back, a never ending drumbeat. All I saw was red inside of my eyes, must be a imprint from the last thing I saw, all that blood... Anything that had to do with the human body disgusted me. I could barely pull my own tooth out when I was little without fainting, and getting my blood pressure taken resulted in me being dizzy for awhile afterwards. Once I saw an IV in my dad's arm and actually did hit the floor, hard. I groaned at the memory of the man I had seen before I... you know. A hearty growl like sound escaping my mouth.

"Oh good, you're awake!"

"Of course she's awake, it was a minor bump on the head."

"Well she still passed out Sherlock, and it looked like she hit the ground hard."

"Like I said, minor." The voices continued around me, and I reached up to rub my eyes, not wanting to blind myself if it was super bright. I let my eyes adjust to my surroundings and soon realized that I laid on a table where they would put a dead body.

"I hope you lot weren't going to put me with the rest of the dead bodies," I joked, my voice shaky.

"Well you dropped down dead so we weren't really sure what to do with you," replied Molly. She engulfed me in another hug.

"So you two know each other?" asked John.

"No, they just enjoy hugging random strangers," muttered Sherlock sarcastically under his breath. I snickered quietly, then stopped myself, realizing he hadn't seemed to concerned about me earlier and was being an arse.

"Yeah, we went to college together and have been friends since," said Molly with a smile.

"Small world," said John. "Abi just moved into 221A." Molly turned to look at me with surprise.

"We have a lot to catch up on," I sighed.

"Yes, because obviously you haven't talked in 6 months."

"Sherlock I don't need your sass right now, I just passed out from seeing a dead body and I really don't want to pass out again from creating one." I glared at him, and he smirked back, like he was so amused.

"I see you've met Sherlock," mumbled Molly.

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After Molly giving me medicine for my headache, Sherlock and John bickering, and Lestrade arguing with Donovan more on the phone, I finally felt good enough stand up.

"Just don't look to much to the left," instructed Molly. I nodded lightly. It smelled, not like dead bodies like one would expect, but like lemon cleaner. "You still feel up for tonight?" she asked hesitantly.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," I smiled.

"So if the world was ending, you would still meet Molly?" I glared at Sherlock, and he smirked yet again. Although this time he didn't try to be an arse about it, he seemed just trying to be funny. Which was weird. Sherlock was not funny. Besides the times he mocked John. And Mycroft. And sometimes me. But other than that he's not funny. But I found myself chuckling and looking to the left, exactly where Molly told me not to look. I swallowed, but my throat had suddenly transformed into the Sahara desert, and my eyes bulged like bubbles. I could feel my face turn sheet white. Slowly I turned back around, John now standing in front of me.

"Let's get you out of here," he said cracking a sincere smile, and helped me off the table.

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It was 6:58 and I watched the digital clock on the stove impatiently. We were meeting at 7:30, and I decided to leave at 7. I had this thing with time. I was always at least 10 minutes early, no more (that would be too early), and no less (I would suffer an anxiety attack). 6:59. Tap tap tap. I checked my phone, not expecting any messages, and not getting any. 6:59. Tap tap tap. 7:00. I fist pumped the air and skipped to the door. I closed and locked it, turning and exiting outside into the fresh air. Hailing a cab I sat inside.

"Greyson St." I chimed. The cabbie took off and I reminisced about Molly. Having not seen her for awhile, she still looked the same. Same brown hair, same cute smile, same bright eyes. To say I just missed her would be an understatement. I missed the late nights at uni, drinking sours and making googly eyes at boys. Molly had been there through the years. Every tear I shed, she was there. Every laugh I laughed, she was there. Then the thing with my mom happened and she tried to see me, but I shut her out. My phone vibrated and I awoke from my thoughts.

Molly: Standing me up are you?

I glanced at the clock on the taxi dash, it was 7:32. Outside, black trees past by.

"Excuse me sir, I think you passed my destination." No answer.

"Sir?" A man in the front passenger seat turned around. I had not noticed him when I got in at first.

"Be quiet or it will be your dad next sweetheart."

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(This chapter has officially been edited.)