"KEEP RUNNING!...COME ON!...IT'S GOTTA BE HERE SOMEWHERE!" I thought as I ran through the crowded streets of central London. I'd been running all day and hadn't eaten or slept for the past three days. I'd run away from my home the little village in the country side of Norfolk.
There wasn't really much to run away from, I live on my own, everyone there was so boring. There isn't anything left for me there, sure my parents but they were never there always on off on trips and holidays or down at their mansion in Cornwall they only ever spoke to me if they wanted something.
They've always preferred my sister the "normal", but they built me my own house so it's not all bad I suppose. I don't have many friends I suppose I've always been different. I'm eighteen and just finished college, my real name is Beth Stilgoe but I wasn't going to tell anyone that, well not yet, they'd just send me home.
I need adventure! I'd heard rumours, rumours of these two men Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, who solved crimes "that's my kind of life" I thought, I ran on hunger taw at my stomach as if it was being savagely ripped apart, I longed to sleep….."NO!" I shouted running down baker street "it's gotta be here!" I said looking around desperately… then from the corner of my eye I saw it, the door id been searching for…..221B Baker street.
I ran up to the door ringing the doorbell furiously….. A woman answered the door "hello?" she said "who are you?"
"Is Sherlock here!?" I asked gasping for breath.
"Yes, straight upstairs" she said "thank you" I replied, as I stumbled up the stairs I heard someone playing the violin it sounded beautiful…. I fell through the door but managed to correct myself, the music had stopped and stood there were Sherlock and john staring at me.
"Oh my god it's you, it's really you" I said to Sherlock out of breath. A huge pain taw through my stomach and everything went dark.