Sherlock's daughter.

Breaking

I glanced outside and watched the rain hit the window. The clouds were dark and gloomy. Thunder boomed and lighting clapped. I drummed my fingers absentmindedly against my wrist wraps. I glanced back at Lillian. I gave her what I hopped was a reassuring smile. She smiled back.
Mary pulled into the driveway of a small cabin.
"Here we are," She spoke.
We stepped out of the car and made our way inside. The cabin was small but it would work. Vi sniffed. Then backed up into Sherlock.
"Vi?" Sherlock asked.
"The air-Sherlock," She began.
He smells.
"EVERYONE OUT!" Sherlock yelled. Molly, Mary, Mrs. Hudson, and rosy turned around. The ceiling comes in and creates a wall in between John, Lillian, Sherlock, Vi and the others. When the noise and dust settled Sherlock yelled.
"MOLLY! MOLLY!" He yelled.
"WE ARE OKAY SHERLOCK! We are going to try and find a way out through the back door! Meet us out side!" Mary yelled.
"MARY? ROSY!?" John yelled.
"Okay. We are all okay!" She yelled.
"Molly? Mrs. Hudson?" Sherlock asked.
"I'm okay Sherlock!" Molly yelled.
"Me too!" Mrs. Hudson yelled.
We made our way outside but then, a gun shot rang out. Vi yelled. John and Sherlock whirled around to see Lillian holding gun. Smoke expanded and Lillian disappeared. They looked back at Vivian. She was falling backwards and hit the ground. Sherlock and John ran towards her. She was shot just above the stomach.
"Vi!" They chorused. They gasped at her. Fear taking over.
"Sh-sh-Sherlock- Jo-John the-e wou-nd pre-sss-u-sure. Call-9-9-9 kee-keep me conscious," she began.
Sherlock pulled out his phone and called for help. John began to put pressure. Sherlock placed his phone on the ground and began yelling as he tried to keep her conscious.
"I NEED AN AMBULANCE! My daughter had been shot!" He yelled.
"Come on vi. Stay with me. Hey listened to me. You can't go. Not yet. Come on. Stay with me. Vi can you hear me?" He asked.
Her eyes fluttered and her breath faultered.
"Vi? No! Vi come on! Stay with us!" Sherlock yelled.
Her eyes closed and her lungs stopped.
Sherlock took her pulse.
"No. No. No come on vi. Come on! Don't do this!" John spoke.
"John...... I'm..... sorry," Sherlock spoke, tears filling his eyes as he sat back.
"No-" John began. His voice cracking and his heart breaking. John Watson just broke. He clung to vi. Resting his head on her as tears streamed down his face.
"No." He repeated sobbing. His heart breaking.
Sherlock starred. His head shattering into a million pieces. His hands shook as he raised them to his face. He and John were covered with their daughter's blood.
"I'm sorry.... I'm so so so sorry," he spoke, a tear falling from the sociopaths face.
He spent his whole life trying not to feel. And now millions of emotions flew towards him all at once.