Are you Richard Brook or Moriarty?

Petrified! CH 10

At the end of the day it was time for discovering who left the note... I bet it was my mum or my friend Jane, they both like joking around with me. I waited at the front gate for a solid half an hour, were they coming at all? I let out a sigh, time to go home. I couldn't stop thinking about Mr Brook him and the dreams. Then it occurred to me... Those weren't dreams... They were real. And OH MY GOD! HOW COULD I BE SO BLIND MR BROOK HAS BEEN CALLED MORIARTY, MR BROOKS IS MORIARTY!!!! I dropped to the ground, I felt sick. DOES THAT MEAN HE IS TRYING TO KILL ME, I AM HIS PET. I felt a tap on the shoulder. IS IT THE PERSON WHO LEFT THE NOTE?! IS IT MORIARTY?! OH NO I AM STUCK. "Good you got my note" he said. My head jerked around in fear of who it was.

"Sherlock?! Why would you leave a note?" I said in shock.

"Yes" he said flatly. "Who else would it be?" I felt relief.

"Are you ok? You look like you just look like you realize Father Christmas doesn't exist." John said walking up from behind Sherlock.

"Um uh" that's all I could say. I was scared, lost I don't know. My brain was fuzzy.

"Come on then" John said. I followed them to a cab.

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When we got to a place 221B I had no idea what street, I was greeted by a kind old lady calls Mrs Hudson. She offered me tea and biscuits, but Sherlock dismissed her and tugged me up the stairs to his flat.

"So why were you so pale when you turned around, you looked petrified" John said concerned. May as well tell the truth because Sherlock would know if I was lying.

"I was thinking and that is when I realized" I stopped, I felt sick just thinking about it, I didn't just feel sick I felt upset, like I was going to cry. Sherlock and John both looked at me.

"Go on" John said softy, I'm assuming to comfort me.

"I realized" I paused "that, Mr Brooks, my teacher. Was. Moriarty." I choked on the last word... Name. I was so blind and stupid, ugh I'm an idiot.

"Obvious it was him" he said.

"I was too busy fighting with him to realize." I replied.

"And kissing" Sherlock added. I gave him a big glare.

"Also I had never really met or seen Moriarty" I added with a smirk.

"What's for dinner John?" Sherlock wined, quickly changing the subject. It seemed out of character for him to ask for dinner.

"Pizza" John replied with a smile.

"What should I do Sherlock" I cried, Sherlock raised his eye brows "I confessed to Mr Br-Moriarty that I liked him... And he said he liked me too! WHAT. DO. I. DO! Is he lying? Will he kill me?"

"Oh" John said in shock covering his mouth.

"Firstly keep calm, secondly act normal thirdly... I don't honestly know what to do. Don't know and I don't think he will kill you, Yet" He replied. "But the reason why I brought you here is I wanted you to know that he was Moriarty, also to get information on him."

"Typical" I sighed.

"What?!" Sherlock replied.

"You seem like you don't like not knowing... Like my friend" I said with a smile.

"So" he said, I though of Sherlock like a child. But at the same time he isn't one, he is too smart to be.

After we had pizza I got a cab back home. Later that night I was thinking about how I could cover up my feelings for Moriarty and show him that I'm better than he thinks, I WILL SHOW HIM WHO HE IS MESSING WITH.

I then suddenly heard a tap on my window, cold shock ran through me. Pretend to be asleep. I closed my eyes shut tight and tried to control my breathing, I just might be lucky to fall asleep. I hope. Then there was a louder tap. DESPERATE MUCH. Ok I can't avoid it I admit it. I turn and look at the window, my curtains were covering them so that I could not see who it was, I hoped to god it's Sherlock. I opened the curtains, then my window. "What do you want Mr Brooks?" I whispered in annoyance. I felt a needle stabbed into my arm. "You're not Mr Brook" I say feeling sudden tiredness wash over me.

"No." The man replied. With my remaining strength I smashed the window and screamed loud. The world faded into darkness.