Samantha POV
I Slowly knock Dr. Watson Door.
"Come in" I heard a soft voice.
I smile with the girl who help me on the way. She smiles back and left me alone. I open the door and walk in. Sherlock Holmes is already there.
"Come in Miss Wayne," He said politely.
I smirk at him. "Samantha is fine" I said.
Sherlock Holmes roll his eyes but didn't ask me to call his first name.
"Oh hi I am John" I suddenly heard another voice.
I look at the table on the corner. It is Dr. Watson. The blogger. Finally, I smile with him and gave my hand to him. He holds it and shake it.
"Samantha Wayne" I said. "Nice to meet you"
"Wayne? Are you related to the Bat man" He ask while giggling. I understand the jock and laugh back at him. It seems like Mr. Annoying's Short friend is cute.
"Well maybe" I said and we both start to laugh.
"ERRMMMM" Suddenly Sherlock Holmes Cough and glare at both of us.
"Now now, if you are over with your little chit chat, can you please tell me everything about the reason you came here to see me,Miss Wayne." He said again with a huge annoyance.
I wide my eyes. did he call me ?. earlier, i ask him to call me Samantha. hmm. it seams like Mr. Holmes is so professional. well at the moment i don't care. I need his help. and for that, i have to tell him everything. but How am I going to explain everything to him?
Sherlock POV
The girl looks nervous. And I am not surprised about it at all. Her fingers are shaking. Her lips are shaking. Dose this dream really bothers her this much? She reminds me of Henry. but unlike Henry, Samantha is very good at hiding her emotions. I am sure John hasn't seen any of them form her. He is only looking at the outside appearance.
"Well umm. Just like I said. My name is Samantha Wayne. And you are right about everything you said earlier Mr. Holmes. I am from America. And I did visit India Last year..."
I roll my eyes. I hate this boring talk.
"I know I know. I know that you currently living in Sussex. I can say that from the time you came to see me, and the mud on your shoes. Oh don't look at it now it's not there anymore. Plus. I read your article about the cancer patients, in there you never mention about it. but you said that you always help people around Sussex. Well rest is easy. NOW GET BACK TO THE REAL FACTS" I scream.
"Shut up SHERLOCK" John Yells me. I glare at him. "You scaring her stupid" He said again.
I stare at the girls face. Her mouth is half open and she did look a bit scare. I seat backward on my chair. Okay I didn't mean to scare her at all. But I hate long story's
"Well yes Mr. Holmes. its seems like you know about me more than myself." She said calmly.
I smirk. "Continue please"
She stares at my face for few seconds.
"well I am a Model..."
I roll my eyes again. "Errrr" John glare at me.
"What? I didn't say anything" I said to him. John annoyingly looks away. What is wrong with him.
"You roll your eyes Sherlock. And you groan. in this society we call it bad manners"
"Shut up John" I yell back.
Samantha POV
I stare at the two. Are they a couple? Because they are acting like a one.
"Please forgive my friend's bad manners, "John said politely. Sherlock Holmes glare at him again.
"Miss Wayne, please tell us about the reason you came. I don't want to hear about your birthplace or anything else. Because I already know that. I just want you to get into the point." Sherlock Holmes said sharply.
I close my eyes for a second. I need to collect all the information regarding my matter.
"It's all started when I was 12 years old Mr. Homes.
I don't remember what exactly happens. But I start to dream a weird dream. And i am still dreaming the same dream for 27 years. in my dream, I am walking alone in the middle of a dark forest. It's so deep, even the trees grow so close to each other. I was hurt. and My whole body is bleeding. But I don't know why. My eyes are a half blur. pain is the only thing i feel in that dream. I try to scream but its hard"
I stop explaining my dream for a moment and Look around. Both of them are listing to me.
"in my dream. i saw a woman. she is dead and her body was on the road all the time. Her face is covered with blood. Half of her clothes are gone. I think she is...
"Miss Wayne, very well that's a creepy dream you saw. But tell me the reason you came. You said you are dreaming of these dream since small days. And now you are a 27 years old. I am sure you are used to this dream by now. But why did you come now. You could have come earlier?" Sherlock Holmes Disturbs me.
His hawk eyes are fields with curiosity.
I decided to start my story again.
"few months ago, I start to dream something new in my dream. the women on the road is trying to stand. she try to hold me while screaming"
"What did she scream about" This time John asks.
"nothing special. actually, she is asking 'Can you remember?' while screaming.
I was so terrified after dreaming about this new stuff. because in my mind I know she was dead. Then how can she speak? But just like you said Mr. Holmes that's not the reason I came.
Every day i am waking up around 4 am. after i drinking my morning coffee, I am running towards the beach to do some exercise. you see Mr. Holmes, as a model. i always do my best to keep my body shape.
Last week. I saw something unusual when I came back. Actually its small letter inside my post box"
"Do you have it" Suddenly Sherlock Holmes asks.
I shake my head and open my purse. Sherlock Holmes jump out from his chair and ran towards me. He waits until I pick out the letter. I gave it to him and he starts to read it.
"What? What does it say"? John Watson asks in a hurry.
"can you Remember?"
Sherlock POV
I stare at the letter with a surprise. The letter is written in blood red paint. I try to focus on the fingerprints, but there are none. It's just a blank A4 paper with red paint wordings. But I can say that the person who wrote this letter was a normal right-hand man. He wrote it so hard. He must be a tough man. I hold the letter to the sunlight. Still nothing. Interesting.
I look back at the girl. She and John are staring back at me.
"Hmm, you don't know who did this? I ask.
"No Mr. Holmes I don't."
"Did you tell anybody?"
"well I told this to my friend. and She thinks it's just a jock."
"did you said about your dream to her?"
"well yes..."
"When?"
"she knows about my dreams since the day i came to London."
Did you told her about the new events happening in your dream"
"Yes i did"
I roll my eyes in anger. this girl is so stupid.
"stupid girl. why did you say those things to your friend? perhaps she must be the one who sent these letters to you" I said and threw the letter to the floor.
"SHERLOCK" John scream.
I glare at both of them and sat back on my chair. the girl stares at my face in terror. John walks towards her and holds her hand. brilliant.
"Oh my God, Mr. Holmes. do you think Pamela was behind this?" She asks in sudden. "oh my god"
Samantha fell down to the floor and hold her head in shock. I roll my eyes again.
"I said perhaps"
"Sherlock, you can't blame her saying these things to her friend. i mean i tell stuff to you." John said while helping Samantha to sit down on a chair.
I glare at him. didn't he heard I said 'perhaps'. i wait few seconds before talking with Samantha. i didn't mean to scream at her like that. after all her case is interesting. but there are a lot of holes.
"So you want me to find the person who sending these letters to you?" I ask finally looking back at her.
She keeps her deep blue eyes on me. suddenly she got up from her chair and start to walk towards me. I stare at her eye to toe. a small smile came to my face. she was right about her body shape. she did a good job to maintain it.
I stand up from my chair and move close to the window.
"If you can Mr. Holmes please I beg you. i don't understand anything. i can't see a connection between my dream and this letter. first You said that someone fix cameras on my house. and now you saying my friend is behind all of these. please, I beg you to help me. I can't do this anymore. this dream kills me every single day.
She said the last part while holding my hand. I stare at her face for a few seconds. She is dangerously close to me. For the first time, I note that She is shorter than me. Around 5.7. I shake my hand from her grip. I don't like when my clients getting close to me like this.
Samantha POV
Sherlock Holmes shakes his hand and look away. I feel a bit of shame after holding his hand like that. I didn't mean to do it in the first place. But at the moment I don't care about the reactions he throwing at me. I wait until he replies.
"very well, I take your case," he said suddenly.
My heart starts to field with happiness.
"But first I want you to see a doctor. I want you to explain everything about your dream to him. Do your peasants know about this dream?"
"yes Mr. Holmes they know"
"What did they said?"
"Well, they said it's just a nightmare nothing else"
"did you said them about this letter"
"Well no, I don't want to scare them for no reason"
"Hmm"
I wonder why he asks that. I mean my parents don't live with me. They are back in America. They have nothing to do with my current situation.
"Did you ask from anybody about the person who put this letter on your mailbox" This time John question me.
Sherlock Holmes glance at his small friend and smile. I wonder why.
"Well yes, I did. But nobody saw anything "I reply.
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