[A.N: It's been a few days sorry and this is just a short one sorrryyyy :/, I was planning on updating this daily but I had my half term holiday and I wrote parts of this each day but I was super busy and I didn't take my laptop anywhere :/ Sorryyy! Okay, more have reviewed! Yay! Thanks guys, this is getting a lot more recognition than I planned I'm low key self concious of my writing now... Anyway, to PinkFriday28 who reveiwed "I love the chapters you've already written, I really hope you continue, it's really good! xx imma follow just incase you do :)" Thank you! I appreciate your compliments more than I can express with my words and trust me when I say I will continue, Thank you for the follow :) *** And to galwidanatitud (What a name wow. I love it EDIT: OMG IS A PLAY ON 'GIRL WITH AN ATTITUDE' BUT ITS LIKE GAL WID AN ATITUD. I really like your name) Who asked "Is the brother named Jim? Curiouser and curiouser... more please. :)" Well, like I said I am planning to follow this through until the end and as for your question, well, Jane's a bit of a mystery isn't she, guess you'll have to stick with me and find out, Just remember; Everything is not as it seems ;) *wink* *wink* *nudge* *nudge* Oh god, I'm never gonna say that again. AGAIN YOUR COMMENTS OR REVIEWS OR WHATEVER THEY'RE CALLED ARE APPRECIATED, whether it is complimentrary or critizisom (I will also take critisizom for my spelling of 'Critizisom' because I am sure that isn't right but I've got no internet whilst writing so I can't google it damn. I'll have forgotton by the time I have internet though :/ BYYEEEE GUYYSSS]
(Influence: 'Rule the World' by Take That)
(Warnings: Swearing (As always :D)
Jane's P.O.V
My mind was racing too fast for my consious body to acknowledge. My legs ached and my thighs burned. Too much lactic acid. My breathing was way too fast for it to be healthy. Suddenly, I stopped. I couldn't run anymore. My lungs felt drained and my legs felt extremely brittle, as if one more movement would cause them to snap, like wax sticks. It was completly silent, devoid of any sound, excluding me expelling Oxygen and Carbon dioxide from my mouth. The feeling of wet twigs, wet rocks and wet leaves under my bare feet was almost ubearable, and the mud between my toes was enough to make me visibly shudder. The stars loomed over me, and the moon stared down at me scrutinously. Grey, and judgemental... Familar, Like a pair of eyes I know from somewhere... Somewhere... Someone... She-
"Jane." I heard in an interrupting whisper, and something was odd, I couldn't tell whether it was right behind me, or a mile away. I went with the latter, considering I didn't feel the breath of the words on my neck, or ear. But it was a whisper... you can't hear a whisper from far away... then I heard an exhale right next to my ear and this time I did feel the breath on my neck. The warm air skidded across my sweaty skin, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end and my heart dropped into my stomach, and started beating exraordinarliy fast. Unhealthily fast.I felt a presence behind me and my whole body stiffened. It felt as though the fear that was shooting through my veins like heroin was paralysing me. My eyes drifted closed and my breath became erratic despite screaming at myself to show no reactions. I heard a slight chuckle behind me, one I had heard before and just the mere thought of it terrified me to the bone, everything I associated with it, everywhere I had heard it before. Don't get me wrong, I knew exactly who it was before they even came up behind me but there was something about that evil, sinister chuckled that made everything real, something about the breath on my neck which reminded me of reality. I felt moving behind me and I felt the touch of fingertips on my shoulders, as hands lay flat on my skin. They moved up, leaving their fingertips all over me, until they were wrapped loosely around my bare neck. Cold hands against my warm skin, it took more than a far share of willpower to not shudder. In a jolt that was swifter than a bling, the hands tightened and my breathing was drastically slowed down. I made a choking sound, as air struggled to get to my lungs and my eyes shot open. The whole surroundings had changed from the forest in front of me when I had closed them. I saw a house. We were stood in a garden, facing a large house made out of unpoainted clay bricks, with a cliched white picket fence around the grass. My lungs burned and I felt my whole body getting weaker, my eyelids getting heavier. I fought to stay concious. My hands flew up and clawed at the fists around my neck, in a last desperate attempt to save myself. I felt myself using my last percentage of oxygen. I fell to the ground but the hands didn't release, or even loosen slightly, instead the owner was crouched over me, still choking me, there was no doubt an intention to kill. My eyes widened and the murderous, pshycotic look in thise brown eyes was the last thing I saw before everything went black.
"J-" I choked out before I lost all control over myself.
My eyes shot open faster than a greyhound being let onto the track for the first time in months and a scream escaped my lips when I was met with another pair of eyes, equal distance to those haunting brown ones. I flinched when the head these new eyes belonged to tilted to the side. Once I regained my senses slightly I recognised the emotionless grey eyes as Sherlock's and I relaxed slightly, sinking back down.
"Are you fucking insane?" I asked
"I'm going to kill you." Was said, and my head snapped to Sherlock who was looking at me expectantly. I shot up onto my feet and he did the same urgently with a look that was an amalgumation of concern and confusion. I stood facing the tall man. He took a step towards me, with his arms in front of him and I took an equal step back. My breathing was quick and shallow again and I glanced at the door behind me, It was open and I could run at anytime.
"W- what did you say?" I asked, my shaky voice a product of what was apparently a nightmare, and Sherlock's words
"I'm going to kill you." He repeated, but his expression... his eyes, didn't match his words. He attempted to advance another step but I turned on my heel and ran out of the door.
I ran down the stairs and threw open the front door to 221B and I emerged onto the cold streets.
