Righto! chapter two!
Is it strange to be so happy when writing an tradegy fic? oh well :)
A big thankyou to T.N weston.
Oh and thefilmfreak123 ( you know how much I love you XD )
DISCLAIMER: blah blah blah, youve seen chapter 1's disclaimer
enjoy!
I don't know where I'm going.
My feet are moving in the direction of a cab as I walk into it.
I stare blankly at the window until the cab comes to a stop and I throw my faire absent mindedly at the driver.
Unfortunately at the time I don't want company John had followed me.
"Sherlock are you okay?" He asks.
I dismiss the concern; I'm not an infant I know how to behave.
"Concern doesn't save anyone John, so don't use it on me."
I'm aware of whom someone is and I'm sure John is too.
I can't help but feel a little bit guilty for my friend.
I walk in the baker st door and walk up the stairs not acknowledging Mrs. Hudson's questions.
I can hear John talking to her.
I've never really been one for sleeping but now I need it.
I walk into my room and collapse against the pillow.
It's a normal day this morning.
I walk into the morgue and am greeted by Molly.
"You're dead?"I ask.
She shakes her head and laughs.
"No no yet! You're cursing me! Anything you want today?"
I nod.
"Okay that's fine. I was wondering... if you want to have coffee."
The sound that comes out of my mouth is strange.
"Yes. Meet me at 2, ill text you the details."
She smiles at me.
It feels strange I haven't seen that smile in a while.
Such... small, but perfect lips.
As I lean over to compliment her I-
My head bolts up from the pillow.
I don't usually dream about people.
So why am I dreaming about Molly?
...
"Because she's dead."
The words taste sour on my tongue as I spit them out, feeling the harsh reality of them.
With a decisive nod and not really knowing what I'm doing I roll out of bed.
The sun bleeds through the curtains as I decide what I'm going to do.
I get out my blackberry from my side drawer flicking through all the contacts absent mindedly.
I purposely put them in order of favourites.
John.
Mrs. Hudson
Lestrade.
The woman.
Molly.
I look at the last name and freeze.
I don't really know what to do with it.
How did I get her number anyway?
I know that this won't do anything.
But I quickly tap the phone dial so it starts ringing.
Its goes straight to answer phone.
"Hey this is Molly! Err. I'm not here, obviously, otherwise you wouldn't get this, but yeah, leave your name and I'll try to get back to you!"
I sigh even though I knew this would happen and scroll down to find my drug dealer's name.
Danny.
OH NO! sherlock is taking drugs again!
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