I pulled the trigger. I collasped as pain spread from my heart to my finger tips. I couldn't hear the yelling. I couldn't hear the screams. I felt numbness throughout my body. I felt broken. I screamed. John pulled his gun and hit jim and my aunt. A body flew over the edge. I was in John and Sherlock's arms. I was crying. They were crying too. Molly and Mary next to them. Rosie in Mary's arms. My grandparents gasped. My mom stood back, frozen. "Please Dear Lord," John held me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Unknown P.O.V.~~~~~
My heart shattered as soon as the trigger was pulled. It was supposed to be me. Me. Why did the one I love go instead? I would have gladly died in their place. Why did... my heart was shattered in million pieces. I stepped out of the car. Walked numbly in a line. The pastor said a few words. Though I didn't hear anything. People hugged me. Tapped my shoulder. I didn't feel anything. I picked up dirt and threw it on the casket. I collasped. Crying. Sobbing. Begging. Please no. Don't take. Don't take them. Please. I screamed. People had left hours ago. John Watson and Sherlock Holmes were there with their partners. I felt numb.
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Sherlock's daughter.
FanfictionSherlock is shocked for once in his life. That shock is his daughter Vivian. (Sherlock fan fiction)
