Into The Dark Water

Dèjà Vu

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I step off the lifeboat onto the bigger one before me. The other men and I are ecsorted into a lobby of sorts, with couches and leather chairs and people.

I scan faces, looking for Molly and Sherlock. I need to apologize, if not for yelling then just for being a total d-

The scarf catches my eye first. I scan over his whiter-than-normal features. His hair is damp, with some white streaks and blood spreading throughout. I scream, to down below what others thought. Running towards him, I see Molly turn around from her standpoint. I hadn't even noticed her.

"YOU-" she squeaks. She starts sobbing and doesn't go on.

I drop to the floor.

After a few minutes of quiet drips pouring down my face, I get up and see St. Bart's ahead of me, Sherlock atop. I, as confused as a bee on a plastic flower, venture forward. This is serious déjà vu. He tosses his phone down and jumps.

I hear a gunshot. And there's a tap on my shoulder.

I twist and see Mary. Her beautiful skin and blonde hair. I skim my eyes over her, stopping on her chest. Blood soaks her blue T-shirt, and she falls. I try to catch her but then I hear another shot. Her arms flail, and she transforms. Her hair becomes black and curly, and her T-shirt is a trenchcoat. Just above her- or his- abdomen, staining his white button up is blood, and he continues to fall until he's flat on his back. The coat blends to a grey floor, and as I'm forced up the stairs I know what's coming. My daughter climbs into the lifeboat before I can stop her. She must not see me. A man throws her off, and she plunges to the waters.

I've relived my suffering, colors swirl. I'm spinning through a tunnel, met at the end by a screen.

Did you  miss me? Miss me? Miss me? Did you miss me?
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A guard shakes me and I wake. I reach a hand to my face and feel its wet. I pull it away and its red.

Am I crying blood?

I'm a bloody doctor and I don't even know what this is!!

And as the tears sting my blurred eyes I know what I'm going to do next.