She is six. All she can hear are screams. High pitched and desperate. She shuts her eyes, willing it to stop. It doesn't. Soon enough, she joins in.
She is ten, hiding. There is blood everywhere. Dripping down her face, bleeding into her. She screams.
She is twenty-eight the first time she talks about it. He is her boyfriend, his name is Jim. He is nice and kind, and he keeps the nightmares away. When he lies beside her, she doesn't think of the blood or screams.
She tries not to think about where he goes. Why he smells of death; of madness. He keeps the nightmares away. She can't say she's surprised when she finds out who he is. After all, blood and death are all she has ever known. He doesn't know her. More than the others, but not nearly enough.
He tells her that she is his. Only his. She says yes, she is his. As long as he keeps the nightmares away.
She doesn't cry when she sees the bombs strapped to John. The last time she cried was ten years ago.
But when she sees John's face as Sherlock jumps? It's the first time she has cried in ten years. She is destroying John, tearing him apart. She hasn't hurt anyone like this in eighteen years. She hopes he is stronger than her mother was.
When Jim dies, she is still. All she can hear is her heart pounding. What about the nightmares. Everyone assumes it is because she is relieved. No, they don't know her. They don't know the real Molly Hooper.
Molly Hooper has lived her whole life covered in blood. Starting with her mother's; she swore it was an accident. It isn't until years later that she admits she likes being covered in blood. Not her own of course, those are nightmares. She likes blood, as it sweeps out of them. She can't seem to remember much, after it is over. But Sherlock?
She will always remember his face as she kills him. He doesn't expect it, who does? Poor timid little Molly, a killer? Never.
Thank you Alisha, for betaing! *hearts*
So what did you all think of it? Any tips? :)