Counting - A Sherlolly FanFiction

Chapter 3

Molly's POV

I woke up the next day, not feeling refreshed.

Oh no. I did not feel as if a load was lifted from my shoulders from standing up to him.

I did not feel free from my love for... him.

No. I felt like shit.

I got up slowly from bed and went to look in the mirror. Dark purple bags underneath my eyes, limp hair hanging lifelessly on my shoulders.

Why would anyone ever want someone like me?

I asked myself already knowing the answer, nobody ever will.

Looking at the clock I noticed it was too late to go to work anyway, so I called in sick and made myself a cup of tea. I sat on the sofa when Toby, my gorgeous cat, jumped up onto my lap and purred and I stroked his silky, smooth fur.

I switched on the TV and soon got bored of the news the moment the 'hat detective lives' story came on for the five hundredth time this week.

I am not allowed to think of him.

I spent the rest of the day reading and drinking tea, I didn't have the strength to do anything else.

At around 10:00pm I went to my bathroom and undressed, hopping in the shower soon after. I rubbed the shampoo and conditioner into my hair and after washing it out I reached for the razor.

At first my thoughts were only to shave my legs but, maybe it would help if I...

I pressed the cool, sharps metal against my wrist, pressing down as hard as I could, tears dripping down my already wet face.

As the blade had just made a small indentation into my skin, I heard a knock at my door.

I shocked me at first as I dropped the razor to the ground and quickly turned of the hot water. I jumped out quickly and wrapped my self in my silk dressing gown, which covered me up to my knee.

One of the only presents I have ever liked.

Mary is so good with presents.

I ran quickly to the door, being careful not to slip, wondering who would want me at thi-

My thoughts were interrupted my a long black coat, the man whom it belonged to, facing away from me.

Before he could turn around I slammed the door in his face.

No, no, no this was not happening.

Why is he here?

I faced away hoping that if I wasn't looking it would stop. I knew who it was and did not have the strength nor courage to face him. Mary might have said I was brave, but to me I am about as brave a a mouse.

I swear to god if he asks me for body parts I will-

Another knock at the door.

No I can't possibly-

A fiercer knock this time as I ignored every beat against my red wooden door.

The knocking stopped to my pleasure as I turned round to face the door in relief to see that it had been opened and standing inside my flat was the one and only,

Sherlock Holmes.

He stared at me and I stared back, not daring to break the contact as I looked deep into his icy blue eyes.

"W-w-w-what are you d-d-doing here S-Sherlock?"

I stammered, making a complete fool out of myself.