Unstable Travelling (the 11th doctor x reader)

Cuts

A/N hey guys hope you like my new story about you living in baker street but then going off to travel with the doctor anyway hope you enjoy it and dont get bored 😄😄😄
key: (f/c)=favourite colour (r/c)=random colour (h/c)=hair colour (h/l)=hair length (f/h/s)=favourite hair style
warning: there may be some swears in this story so if you dont like them or dont want to read them either skip them or dont read this story

You unlocked the front door of 221B baker street and walked inside hearing gunshots but that didnt bother you, you were used to your crazy neighbor. As you started to walk to 221C you heard mrs. Hudson shouting at your neighbor sherlock holmes yes the one and only bastard himself! You unlocked your door and walked inside to your extremely messy flat your chucked your blue shoulder bag on the floor and continued to walk to your bedroom where you took off your smart blue jeans and put on your long pajama bottoms and a (f/c) short sleeved t-shirt you then put on your (f/c) hoodie. You walked to the kitchen and opened your freezer door and grabbed some icecream at which you heard more gunshots and more shouting from mrs. Hudson. After you had closed the freezer door you walked to your television and lay down on the bunch of duvets, blankets and pillows you turned on your tv and started to watch your favourite tv show the walking dead. Once you had turned on the walking dead you made yourself comfortable and ate icecream. After a while you ran out of ice cream and decided to turn off your tv and went to bed, and by bed i mean the bunch of duvets, blankets and pillows on the floor. You couldnt sleep because you had the urge you had every night.

do it i dare you!

my urge would say. you were trying to stop but your urge was too strong you pushed the duvets and blankets of you and ran to the kitchen to get a knife. Then you sat on your counter held the knife to your arm. You tried to stop by looking at the cuts that you had made in the past that had healed. your doing really well dont give up now. you repeated in your mind over and over but it was too late you had already put the knife to your skin and had sliced a line on your arm. As you stared at your cut it started to bleed, you found that satisfying and addicting. You licked the crimson red liquid that was oozing out of the small slit in your arm and you winced at the metallic taste of the blood and the pinch like pain. you left the cut alone as it had stopped bleeding and was no longer satisfying anymore. you spent half an hour doing this continuously until you heard a knock on the door, three knocks, mrs. Hudson. you pulled your sleeves down and opened the door and saw mrs. Hudson standing there, she often checked on me to see if you were alright.
"How are you doing (y/n) is everything alright?" she asked
"yes im okay are you alright mrs. Hudson because I heard an a lot of shouting coming from upstairs" you are extremely unsocial so you were very proud of yourself for being able to come up with a sentance instead of a 'yea im okay' or some other short answer.
"oh well you know sherlock when he gets bored he starts shooting at my bloody wall but its okay i'll just put it on his rent" Suddenly there was another gunshot mrs. Hudson turned to look up the stairs so did you.
"sorry dearie but hes doing it again i better go and stop him bye"
"bye" you shut the door and endured another ten minutes of gunshots and shouting. you washed the bloody knife and put it away then snuggled up into your pile of duvets, pillows and blankets and went to sleep or tried to anyway.

The next morning you got up and walked into the kitchen hoping to find something edible but you found nothing except an apple. you shrugged your shoulders and ate it. It was the 3rd of november and Halloween had passed oh thank the lord, no more pumpkins or people dressed in costumes that were supposedly scary but the real horror holiday starts on the 5th of november where the popping of fireworks can be heard everywhere. you hated holidays ever since you grew distant with everyone you knew and you just stopped seeing the point of them overall. After you had eaten my apple or 'breakfast' you got changed into some jeans a band tee of your favourite band (insert band name here) and just a (r/c) jacket that you thought suited it. you grabbed your keys, wallet and your phone, which you never used so you dont know why you bothered, and put them into my shoulder bag and headed out to the shops. As you opened the door to your flat you were presented to by the one and only bastard himself sherlock holmes. you disliked him, you didnt hate him because hate is too strong of a word to use on someone you dislike so yea. you stared at him in awkward silence.
"have you been cutting yourself again" he said breaking the silence
"none of your buisness" you said and walked out the door. you then hailed a cab and he took me into the center of london where you payed him and you walked to the nearest super market. when you got back to 221C you put my bags down and put all the food you had bought into my kitchen. As you walked into your living room you heard your phone go off, it was probably one of my family members but when you picked up your phone and turned it on it was someone else you didnt know, it read:

why do you cut yourself and why so sad

The Doctor

who is this doctor and does he really put his name at the end of every text message? anyway you read it but you didn't bother to reply so you just left it and didnt do any more productive things for the rest of the day.