Hello! This is my first Sherlock fanfic, so please go easy on me;) This is just me adding my own OC to Sherlock, who is Jim Moriarty's daughter. Hope you enjoy!

Nothing; Something; Everything; had suddenly changed.

I hate you, and I want nothing to do with you; but I need you.

I wish you were a stranger I could disengage; but I need you.

I am who you think I am; yet I am nothing like who you believe me to be.

I know who I am; whoever you are.

"Please...just stop," she stuttered, chewing upon her bottom lip, and squeezing her eyes shut to stop the tears that were threatening to fall down her scarlet cheeks. She had promised herself she would be strong.

"Put down the gun."

Looking down towards her outstretched arms in front of her, her eyes widened with shock, and she suddenly lost her tight grip upon the gun. It fell to the floor with a loud crash that echoed of the walls of the empty room. Her fingers had tightened up, her knuckles were white, and her palms red. Finally, the young girl looked up at the man in front of her, who looked back down at her like an insignificant piece of dirt. His menacing stare sent chills down her spine, and she was incapable of suppressing her tears any longer. The walls of the empty room began to close in around her; yet it had never seemed so huge. Her heard was spinning like a violent hurricane; spinning out of control. She couldn't comprehend any of it.

"You can leave, you know," he began. "Whenever you want. But i'll warn you, I'll come after you, and I'll find you. I always do, don't I?" he smiled to himself for a moment. "You'll never be safe, you know."

Too stunned to breathe another word, the young girl found the strength to eventually move her weak legs after several hopeless attempts. Her whole body was trembling, and she could hear her heart beating painfully in her ears. She shoved her fragile body against the door, her only means of escaping. She stumbled slightly on her way out, but nothing was going to stop her from sprinting as fast as she could. Dodging any obstacles in her way, she ran through the almost empty streets of London, the faint street lamps being the only things illuminating them. She didn't know where she was heading, and she didn't care. She just needed to escape his presence. She'd probably regret running so far into nowhere later, but right now, nothing else mattered.

Drops of rain was beginning to fall from the dark, monotonous sky, hiding the tears that streamed down her face. For a moment, she felt a sense of freedom, but she knew that truly, she was never free, and she was never safe. Not with those constant footsteps which followed her; which watched every movement she made; which would catch her and trap her once again if she let her guard down for less than a second, she wouldn't be safe.

Eventually, tripping over her own feet and falling to the cold, damp ground had become inevitable. Her weak body had finally given up, and she lay upon the ground, desperately trying to catch her breath back. She could feel her heavy eyelids threatening to fall onto her tired eyes. She still tried to push herself off from the rough concrete beneath her, but her efforts were in vain. The sound of the cars zooming past on the busy road began to drone out, as her head filled with hollow emptiness.

She had never thought freedom would come this way. Freedom from the hell she wished to escape, had suddenly turned into the home she had longed for all these years.

She sighed deeply, before finally letting her eyes close in defeat. She had nothing else she could do - she didn't have her gun anymore. She felt vulnerable and powerless. She had no one to turn to, and nowhere to go; not anymore.

She sank into a deep, dreamless sleep. The vulnerable, helpless little girl fell asleep on the pavement in the rainy streets of London. Little did she know just which street she was on...