Loving the Insane (Moriarty Fanfic)

Empty Stomach Swollen Knuckles and a Broken Heart

Chapter Seven

Empty Stomach, Swollen Knuckles, and a Broken Heart

My eyes fluttered open to the speckles of dust that could only be seen in the faint light that shone through the curtains. Wiping a piece of hair out of my face, I sat up realizing that I'd fallen asleep on Sherlock's couch. I yawned and noticed my eyes and cheeks felt dry as a result from last night's breakdown.

"What have I gotten myself into?" I asked aloud, probably questioning myself.

I sighed and look around for any sign of Sherlock or John, but there was none. I stood up and walked into the kitchen to go make myself some morning tea when I saw the innumerable amount of microscopes and chemical substances casually laid over the table. Judging that one of the chemical burners was still hot, it was evident Sherlock was here recently.

Opening the cupboard, in front of the box of tea bags sat a note with my name on it that was evidently written in John's handwriting.

'Carter

Sherlock believes he's found some important evidence to help with the Irene Adler case and we are at Scotland Yard. You are welcome to make yourself some tea and watch Telly, but please stay in our flat and do call either Sherlock or myself if you need us. We will be back shortly.

-John'

Great, now I'm on my own to feel lonely and helpless. I walked downstairs to ask Mrs. Hudson if she'd like some tea too, but all I could hear was hysterical laughing. I looked through the window and saw she was watching some Comedy Telly and decided it'd be best to leave her be.

I smiled, at least she didn't have to be involved with all my mishaps. Mrs. Hudson is the sweetest lady I have ever met, and the last thing she needed was to get involved with James Moriarty like I did.

I went back up and headed to my apartment, wanting to get changed into some clothes before heading back to Sherlock and John's flat for tea. I rummaged through my drawers, looking for clothes that were mine. I was still wearing Jim's clothes and I wanted to get them off as soon as possible.

I sighed angrily, "Why is my life like this!? I can't chose between Moriarty or Sherlock and John! Why can't Jim be a nice guy and play fair, why does he have to use me like this? Why does it have to be all about Sherlock? Why couldn't it, for once, be about me?"

I knew why......Jim doesn't play fair.....he never has and he never will......he doesn't feel love or sympathy, only obsession and addiction.....I still don't know why I ever thought I could change him....

I shook my head, feeling pathetic on the inside. I sat down on my bed and crushed my head into my pillow, taking deep, soothing breaths. After calming myself down, I sat up and raised Jim's shirt to about my belly button, but suddenly heard a male clear his throat from behind me.

I let go of the hem of the black shirt and spun around abruptly to be met with those beautiful, warming, cocoa brown......NO, murderous, dangerous, dark eyes that were full of nothing but lies. Furious anger burst inside me and my head screamed for me to punch him. I never was one to listen to my instincts, otherwise I wouldn't have fallen for a criminal, but I decided to listen this time.

I clenched my hand into a fist and swung it around, pounding him square in the nose. My knuckles cracked when I did and I winced in pain. I shook my hand and bit my lip to keep from crying out. James, on the other hand, broke out with an immediate nosebleed and stumbled back a bit, trying desperately to keep his balance.

I held back tears in my eyes and James's eyes wandered, but I could tell he was trying to keep his focus on me. I couldn't believe I punched him. I was so angry and part of me thought he deserved it, but causing him pain made my sympathetic feelings for him reemerge without warning. He took a step towards me and I backed away as a natural response. This wasn't going to end until I put an end to it!