life and death

Karen

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Karen:

I flinched when I realised who I was starring at. Those cold, emotionless eyes. that pale ghostly face. the mad voice, as cold as ice. They all brought back the same memory. That wicked, stone cold memory,  that we thought we could put behind us. Hidden in the darkest parts of my mind. it was suddenly emerging.

Jim Morriaty

"You're....you're.....you're dead!" I shouted at him. "You're not real!".

he chuckled softly. 

" What did I tell you? Do you need reminding? Whatever happened to not speaking out of turn?" He said.  His voice quiet and soft. He walked towards me.  And that was when I knew I made a huge mistake...

Sherlock:

I sat there on the Jubilee line train towards Stannore. it was 8 am and therefore crowded as a result of the morning rush hour. People are funny. Rushing around everywhere trying to be in 3 places at once.

I was wearing a plain black jumper that I picked up at Primark for £5, dark blue jeans and a hoodie with the hood covering my hair and face. I was reading the morning metro paper. This is what normal people do right? I had to be normal. Last thing I needed was everyone knowing that I wasn't dead.

I had no choice but fake my death. My feelings for John were becoming too much to carry around. They were taking control of my life. 

as I read through the newspaper I saw an article that caught my eye. in a negative way.

Ex soilder shot in chest

my heart stopped for a few seconds. This can't be John. I read on.....

John Watson was found shot in the early hours of the morning outside Scotland Yard in London.  D.I Greg Lestrade was also  knocked unconscious when he was found at the scene.

I couldn't read on. I felt a tear fall from my eyes.  What if John was dead? What would I do if that happened? I would blame myself and wouldn't  be able to live with it.  " please john.  Please be alive." I quietly whispered as the train neared the next station...

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