hey guys! its Aria. so this is the short intro for my new story 'Let it go'! the full story is going to be about eight parts long, with plenty of heartbreak ( sorry not sorry ). so brace yourselves! I'm still pretty new to this whole writing thing so if you have any reviews, questions or suggestions please contact me on kik wicxan - okay I think that's all! have fun )
✖WARNING MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH AND MULTIPLE HEARTBREAKS AND ALMOST-DEATHS TO COME✖
"William? Look there's no hope of you getting out of here if you don't talk to me"
Sherlock looked around him at the white walls, ignoring the psychiatrist's pleas for communication, he didn't want to think about what had happened these last few weeks, let alone talk about it.
" look, William, I know this is hard – "
" it's Sherlock"
"Sherlock then, This John Watson obviously meant a lot to you, even I can deduct that much, and I am by no means as great a detective as you, however when it comes to dealing with loss I've seen it all – and I think you know, being as observational as you are, that the only way to recover from loss is to talk to someone, it's the only way you'll ever let it go"
She offered him a consoling smile and stretched her hands out across the wooden desk warmly, Sherlock bowed his head so his floppy dark hair covered his face
Don't let them see you cry, don't feel it, conceal it – don't let them know
"Okay"
she said with a quiet sigh of defeat.
"I think you've made it clear you don't want to talk to me today, and that's okay, this is a process, recovery takes time, however I do have a suggestion. You used to blog didn't you? Your brother mentioned you had a website…. Ah yes ' The Science of Deduction', well why don't you write about what happened, we don't normally do this but here.."
She pulled out a small black notebook and pen and slid them across the desk to Sherlock; he took them from her and pushed the hair from his face. His eyes were bloodshot and his skin was paler than usual, he had lost his usual 'glow' and turned a rather grey colour.
"now, can I trust you not to try and stab yourself with that pen?"
She said jokingly, but Sherlock did not respond. He stood up, turned his back and walked along the empty hospital corridors back into the confinement of his room – he lay on the bed and opened the notebook, he grabbed the pen and began to write.
Hope you enjoyed! so the next part ( part one ) will be a full sized chapter and include some really emotional scenes!
can't wait to show you! will be updating soon, so keep checking back :)
thanks for reading and thank you so much for all the comments and views on my other short story *0*