Chapter 2: Falling
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Thanks to all those who reviewed once again. I am really grateful. Sorry if I confused you before. That chapter is being held back until I get it all sorted out again and re-edited. So, until I finish fixing it up we'll have to with the flashbacks. Sorry.
Disclaimer:
I don't own Sherlock neither BBC's nor Sir Author Doyle's and am not making any profit by publishing this.
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I wake in a room that is different and new. There is nothing here I recognize; blue walls with childish decorations There is a dresser to the side and a pole; no, poles. There various different poles and machines around me. I look at them and notice that each one has different liquids coming out of them there are scribbles on the bags. I follow to where the poles lead and I am shocked to discover they lead me. Hastily, I try to get up, tossing my legs over the edge of the bed and the many wires trip me causing me to fall.
A searing pain climbs up my leg. Mt chest is burning, stinging and raging. My arm, apparently bandaged, makes a sick cracking sound. The room is now swirling dangerously and I fall.
I am falling. The pain that sears my body paints white stripes in my blackness. Black and white-the two contrasts that are forever fighting. The black is of sin and white is of pureness. Black that I fall endlessly in and white that burns and sears me. Black and white. Ice and Fire. Love and Hate. I close my eyes and let the colors mix. The black and the white are soaring by me as I fall deeper into this endless pit. I fall deeper and deeper away from this numbing pain inside and out of me. I slowly stop falling and there is nothing but black the lack that lured before has come and sleep once more.
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