The Life of Sherlocks Daughter

Chapter 5

Mary was really good for John and it was nice to see him happy all the time but something about her never really convinced me. I always thought she was hiding something but I couldn't put my finger on exactly what.

The following weeks, everything seemed to be revealing itself. John was getting less and less happy by the day and Mary was also visiting less frequently as well. Mary entered the flat one night to find me and John conversing in the lounge as Sherlock had left in a hurry once again to chase some criminal on the other side of London somewhere.

That night everything changed. I had found Mary's phone in the flat one day and as she hadn't put a lock on the phone I casually looked through her phone. I know I shouldn't have done it but I had my suspicions and they overruled me at this point. I was right. She had at least five other male contacts in her phone that she was quite clearly in a sexual relationship with.

"What are you doing?" I whipped round to find John staring at me. His gaze slowly looked down at my hands and to Mary's phone which was cradled in them. I turned the phone to show John the screen. He took the phone off of me and stared at it, trying to comprehend the evidence I had just found. His eyes glazed and he was just about to speak when Mary walked in the flat. "Hey have you seen my...Oh, thanks John." as she moved her hand to get the phone, John moved it just out of her reach. I could tell that a fight was about to break out and I hated being around John when he was angry as he didn't seem himself and I couldn't get any sense out of him when he was like that so I slunk away and went to my room to play music over the argument.

I never heard the end of the argument or John storming out of the flat until my CD ended. It was eerily quiet when I slowly walked out of my room. I walked to Sherlock's room to find him still out, which was no surprize, but the thing that shocked me was the fact that John's room was also empty. They hadn't left me alone like this since my incident and I realized that breathing had suddenly become laboured and the room was spinning.

I knew what was happening. I was having a panic attack. I knew I had to slow my breathing but right now that seemed impossible. That was until I heard a creek on the stairs. My mind went into over drive. I ran to my room and picked up my new bow that Sherlock had brought me for my birthday which was a few weeks after the incident. I wasn't going to be unprepared this time. If it was the same guy, Lestrade was going to have an other murder on his hands.

I pulled the bow taught and walked lightly towards the stairs. Another step creaked, a bit louder this time, which meant who ever it was, was getting closer. I turned the corner ready to fire the arrow I had ready when I realized it was only Mary. I still kept the arrow on the bow ,but I just lowered it so I could talk to her.

That was the last thing I remember before everything went dark.