I'm speechless as I stare at the girl. All the details are right, the bow, the dress, the eyes. How did they get my eyes? How?
The girl is hanging down from the ceiling like a marionette. Her arms strung up by cables and a noose around her neck. Her feet were dangling below her but that made the sight even more scary.
I looked away to Sherlock.
"Are you frightened?" he whispered.
"This girl... it's...." I started, unsure of what to say.
"Is?"
I shook my head. "I'll show you after this," I said, hoping it wil end soon.
He nodded with a questionable look as a detective walked into the room.
"Who's this?" he asked Sherlock, pointing to me. He spoke with a Northern accent.
"A friend of mine," Sherlock said, too focused on the girl. He walked around her, his eyes trailing up and down her dangling body.
He put his hand on one of the cabled arms and shifts it so he's standing under it, looking up.
He let go of it and walked around to the other side. He took a quick look around the room and then sighed.
"Go anything?" the detective asked.
"Not much" was all that Sherlock said before he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room and soon, out of the house and down the sidewalk.
"Okay, so you just left?" I said. He nodded.
"What was it that you wanted to show me?"
"Oh, um-" I was cut off by something hitting me hard in my back. I fell on to the ground and my face connected with the road, sliding across the ground. I yelped and gasped in pain as I heard tires screech.
Sherlock ran over to me as I put my hand to my head. Something warm and liquidy.... blood. Shit, I was bleeding.
"Are you alright?" he asked while coming over to me. I nodded, wincing as an enormous pain shot through my head.
He picked up my hands and I looked down and saw them covered in blood, dirt, and gravel.
He took my face in his hands and looked at me.
"Okay, let's get you to a hospital," he said.
I nod carefully as he helped me up.
**
The doctor helped me off of the bed and opened the door for me. I nodded in thanks and somehow found my way to Sherlock.
"I'm fine, just scraped and bruised," I said. He nodded but I thought I saw relief spread across him for a second. Why... why would he be relieved? We've only known each other for three hours!
And why do I feel like I can trust him? You don't immediately trust someone, it takes time, right?
I don't know. Stupid feelings, stupid brain, stupid... everything.
**
I unlocked my door and opened it, allowing Sherlock in.
"I'm telling you, that girl is the one from my painting!" I said as I led him to my bedroom. I opened the door and turned on the light. I almost screamed at the sight before me.
My room was trashed. Clothes, papers, books and paintings were thrown everywhere. All the paintings on the walls were on the ground except for the one above my bed.
There was the Yin symbol painted in blood on the painting of the girl. The eye right where younger me was supposed to be.
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Damn, short chapter, I know. I'm sorry for my laziness. Sometimes it gets the best of me... Actually, I'm shocked that it's so short. :O
Anyway, hoped you liked the chapter... Well, the paragraph. IT'S NOT EVEN A CHAPTER ANYMORE! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?!
You know what, ignore me. Ignore all of that. It's the shock talking.
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For A Little While (BBC Sherlock Prequel/Fan Fiction)
Fanfiction(ON HOLD) (Part of the Blue Jay series. Prequel to Something to Remind You.) From the deaths of little girls, to the memories she never lived, Alice Lockhart somehow gets tied into a case that she didn't want to be apart of in the first place. When...
