Hi everyone, so this is my first story and right now I don't have a beta and english is not my first languege so please tell me if I wrote something wrong. Enjoy!
Sherlock POV
"John...John" I scream to the mist and darkness that surrounded me"John, can you hear me" my voice started to sound desperate, the fear spread over me like a rush of cold air. The smell of blood almost made me fall, fearing the worst i looked down only to find my worst fear come truth John lifeless body was starring at me with cold unmoving eyes. "...lock" everything started to clear up, "erlock" the voice spoke more clear but far away and soft like if there was a glass between us.
"Sherlock, please wake up" I started running to the voice. I need to wake up, looking around i found nothing everything was blank "John, please help me I...I can't wake up. Please John help me" The air started to feel thick, I couldn't breath. Coughing i started to scream for John to help me, that I couldn't breath. Everything started to blurred, I screamed louder for John, " John, John" my voice sounded weird to my own ears. Falling to my knees I knew that this was the end, eveverything faded, my vision blurred, I couldn't talk my tounge felt heavy. The moment was close, my eyelids felt like two killogram, I couldn't keep them open. 'Goodbye, John' all air left my lungs and i started to fall foward.
John POV
"Thanks Mrs. Hudson" I say closing the door. Turning around i started walking toward the cough on the way evading Sherlock mysterius experiment. The flat was a mess papers everywhere, books all over the place and strange looking liquids spilled on the coffe table. Sitting down my mind started to wonder to the now close case; an orphan girl no older than ten was found on the riverside her eyes where open big blue eyes staring up with a scared look in them.
"I've never seen anything so cruel in all my years in here" I hear Anderson mutter, it was true, the girl 'Anna' looked so frightned and alone when they were taking the body away.
"John" Sherlock soft voice broke the silence, looking up Sherlock wasn't there. 'He must be speaking in his sleep' standing up I walked to Sherlock room. Inside Sherlock was turning around in his bed, coming closer Sherlock was sweating and his face twisted in pain. Running to his side I put my hand on his shoulder and started to shake him "Sherlock", "Sherlock". His face was looking desperate, "Sherlock, please wake up" with a gasp soft blue eyes gaze with a blank stare to the ceiling.
Short I know but i felt that this is the of the first chapter. I hope that you like it and please leave a comment with anything you need to tell me.