"A Little Bruise"
A stinging sensation kept Genesis up all night. Her right cheek felt as though it had been torn open and every other minute she felt a warm trickle run down her cheek; when she sat up in bed, for what felt like the tenth time that night, sweating and panting she lifted her hand to her cheek.
Convinced she was hurt, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and trundled into the bathroom.
Her image in the mirror was unpleasant.
Her mascara was smudged around her eyes- making her look like a racoon- and her hair stood out in every which direction. The black watery trail on her cheeks had dried from the previous hours of crying and hyperventilating.
Her hand still quivered as she lifted it to run a numb finger down the white scar along her face. Inhaling sharply, she finds herself staring into the mirror. Despite her wide eyes looking forward, she was not afraid of her reflection.
Instead, she watched as her surroundings warped and the sound of rushing water filled her ears. Forcing her eyes shut and shaking her head harshly, she hopes that when she opens her eyes she'll be alone in her bathroom. Her disappointment was not at all surprising.
Before she opens her eyes, the rushing sound halted and the gentle rustle of leaves replaces it. She felt wind tickle her cheek until it hit her in one large slap- a force which made her eyes snap open.
Trees were flying towards and past her as though she was running. It sounded as though she was running.
A branch slapped her cheek causing her to stumble where she stood and, as she regained her balance, another branch came towards her and- before she could move out of the way- it ripped through her cheek.
She screamed as the familiar burn in her cheek rippled through her and buckled forward. Gripping the edge of the sink and breathing heavily, Genesis reached up and wiped her runny nose. Gulping as she stared at the white porcelain, she took a moment to recover before looking up at the mirror.
The clown Sherlock had hired to scare her and Mycroft earlier had stood in place of her reflection. Her heart began to beat faster than she thought it ever could as she stared at the clown- refusing to look away.
"Play with me." A little girl's voice whispered in her ear. The clown began to slowly lift his hand, Genesis recognised the chunky red, yellow and blue air plane and found that she couldn't look away from it. "Play with me, Genesis."
The clown stepped closer to the mirror and the voice became a male voice.
"One wish." It whispered in her ear in a voice she vaguely recognised.
With each step that the clown took forward, the voice repeated the same two words and Genesis stepped away from the sink. This repeated until the voice was screaming and Genesis was pressed against the tiled wall. Suddenly, the clown leant through the mirror, grabbed her shoulders and dragged her shoulders. She could smell the foul stench of it's hot breath and struggled in it's ice cold grip.
"You should have let me play!" It snarled, lips curled up in a scowl to reveal a row of sharpened and rotting teeth. The noises it made and the rattle of its voice had Genesis screaming the loudest she could.
Pushing away with all of her might, she bumped back into the wall and sunk to the floor. Looking around the room, she find herself alone and the only noises were the light buzzing above her and a door slamming down the hall.
Releasing a dry sob, she pulls her knees to her chest and buries her legs in the crevice between her knees. Her sobs racked her body and she released a pained groan as the door was flung open.

YOU ARE READING
Unfixed
Fanfiction"Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring!" ~COMPLETED ~ BBC SHERLOCK ~ S3-S4 ~ YOUNG SHERLOCK ~MYCROFT HOLMES x OC FIRST PLACE SPRING AWARDS 2018 ~"Definitely an amazing book that is 100% worth rea...