Molly Hooper sat on her bathroom counter cleaning up the small pool of blood that had formed on smooth surface. She felt woozy, exhausted. Thoughts rushed through her mind, so many mistakes, fails, stupid stupid Molly making a fool out of herself. She carefully cleaned her cuts and wrapped them in gauze. She felt the pills take over her, she was drifting. Her cat Toby walked in meowing all toe way to her food bowl,
"Will you miss me Toby?" she asked the cat sitting down next to him. She stroked his fur, soft, warm, silky. The side effects kicked in, she was losing vision. She picked up her phone dialing the last voice she wanted to hear, Greg s.
Molly heard the phone pick up.
"Molly! Hello. How are you?" Greg said in a cheerful voice. Molly smiled at his raspy tone.
"Gregory, I might only have minutes...Its finally started too effect my vision and you know what comes next..." She paused looking up as if waiting for heaven. Greg got up out of his couch and got his keys rushing to the car.
"Molly what are you talking about? Are you okay?" She smiled. It was almost her time.
"Greg, remember when you saw my scars? Remember when we hung out all day in your apple farm singing those retro Lana Del Rey songs? When you think of me remember that lovely day...Hold onto that memory of us. I'm Sorry I really am I just, I have been wanting this for so long now. I hope you will forgive me." She said as her voice started to slur. Greg pulled up to her house unbuckling his seat belt. He looked at the door wondering how to open it.
"No Molly please don't. Where are you?" Molly looked over to the picture she took of him and closed her eyes, he was the last thing she wanted to see.
"Gregory Lestrade, I Love you." She said drifting off to an endless sleep, peaceful, happy, quiet. Greg barged into her bathroom door kneeling down to her lifeless body. He started to cry holding her in his arms mumbling her name. He rocked her back and forth.
"Molly Hooper, I love you too."
If Only She Knew.
