As the spider bit into my hand, I realized I was wearing the wrong gloves, I had been wearing the dishwasher cloves, Not my lab working gloves. When this particular spider bit into my hand, I gave a harmful scream! My father came down just in time to catch me. My eyes slowly closed as if i was being put to sleep for surgery. I tried to pull the fangs out of my hand,but it got deeper and deeper, It was no use! When I blacked out, I started to dream...
MY DREAM:
I woke up in a ant hill, I was tiny, the same size as a beetle. I began to walk around, It looked like I was in a garden. The long grass as green as peas the soil as brown as cow manure, Who's garden was I in? I then ran, ran as fast as I could, I got to a door step the door was jet black, the same colour as my hair, with the engravings '221b baker street' in gold, I knew I was home. I sneaked through the cap that was broken when my father had the case of Irene Adler. I saw Mrs. Hudson washing up, after trying not to shout her, I climbed my way up the stairs. I managed to get into the living room, and there was fath-...
It was father, But he was dead a ice cold face, On his leather chair, what was I going to do? I pinched myself and woke up, I was in my room, Sherlock was sat on the bed with me, Holding a ice pack on my head, I had headache it was so painful! I woke up with a deep breathe as if I had just had a holding my breathe competition in the local swimming baths. "Isabella, Isabella , Can you hear me? Isabella" Said Father softly to me, He stroked my face and slowly put my jet black hair behind my ear. I woke up,with a blur Seeing his sharp cheekbones and long curly hair. I was awake and alive, More alive than ever before. " How are you feeling, Sweetie?" He responded to my awaking "Sick, Father, Sick" I replied with a frown. " I'll let you sleep darling, Shout me if there is something wrong", Said farther as he kissed my forehead then left the room. I smiled then closed my eyes and went to my mindpalce.
2 Weeks went by...
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Sherlock's Daughter.
FanfictionSherlock's Daughter - Isabella is a brave, young 15 year old.She possesses the intelligence of a detective, which is her dream job. She follows in the footsteps of her Father, Sherlock. Yet what experiences are to come for her and her family? And do...
