OLD - Sherlock x reader: A consulting detective in love

Sherlock x Reader: A consulting detective in love chapter 3

YN) : your name (LN) : last name (HC) : hair colour (EC) : eye colour (RFN) : random female name (RLN) : random last name (FC) : favourite colour

Chapter 3: The man at the funeral

Your POV

Violent flashes rippled through you, endless darkness was what you were met with until a bright light stung your eyes. a figure appeared in front of you. it was a man with a black hoodie over most of his face but his smirk could be easily seen and he only spoke a few single words which brought shivers down your spine. "Dont be scared (YN), you wil see your dear friend (RFN) very shortly!" he lunged for you with large hands and started strangling you with his pale hands slowly making your vision darken. The man above you kept whispering your name and telling you its time to join (RFN) and then BANG!

you found myself on the floor next to your bed with crimson blood seeping from the sole of your foot. "Must have dropped that glass of water i brought to bed with me last night." you whimpered as you pulled yourself up and pulled your (HL) (HC) away from your face and wandered to your en-suite(yes you have a en-suite DEAL WITH IT) and searched for the bandages and plasters. You eventually found some bandages and checked if there was any glass in the wound and thankfully there wasn't. You wrapped it around the cut which didn't look too deep. You remembered what today was. No wonder you had a nightmare about her. Today is (RFN)'s funeral. You have been asked to attend it today and of course you couldn't turn down the family of someone you knew very well and had a close relationship with.

You decided to wear a black dress with thin black tights and flats. Your (HL) (HC) was pulled tightly pulled back into a bun at the back of your head. You looked yourself over before walking towards the church, where the ceremony would take place. You saw a large group of people gathered outside the church and instinctly knew it was in the right place. The church doors opened and all of the family members and friends entered and you walked towards one of the pews and sat beside an elderly woman clutching a rosary bead necklace and praying for (RFN). The burial of her casket still had to be done and you walked over to where they were burying her and stood with tears escaping from your (EC) eyes and stared sorrowfully at where she was buried and looked up to see a man with a black zipped up hoodie and it struck fear in your heart.

It was the man from your nightmare, the man who wanted to hurt you. The man loomed over near a statue of a angel. As soon as the funeral ended the man's hood fell down and revealed his hazel eyes staring into you and his dark black brown hair, perfectly combed and straightened. This situation is creeping you out, what if that man over there has something to do with (RFN)'s death? Or is he a part of your imagination? He can't be, he just can't! You looked back at the the angel statue and... he was gone! You became more aware of your surroundings and felt weak and vulnerable. You quickly walked out of the graveyard and ran all the way back to your flat. You slammed your apartment door and rested your back against the door with your hands resting against your mouth.

You were in complete shock. (PN) wandered its way towards you and had the napkin in its mouth again. You took the napkin and pondered whether or not to tell Sherlock about the man at the funeral, You didn't want to tell him about the nightmare, there was no need to. You sprinted to your bedroom to change into something else. You dressed yourself in a thin jumper with a cute design on it and black skinny jeans. You wished (PN) goodbye and left your flat to hail for a taxi. The taxi eventually came and you told him to head to Baker St. The taxi stopped outside of Baker St. You paid the taxi driver and sprinted up the few stairs up to the doorbell and rang it a few times and waited. The door opened to reveal John at the door. "(YN)?" John asked me worriedly and shocked. "Yeah its me, um i have some more info about (RFN)'s case that may be of interest to you and Sherlock." You said shyly.