"This is all your fault! All of this is your entire fucking fault! You're the one that killed your fucking mother. You're a fucking murderer you fucking bitch!" *Wham* "You fucking twat. I could put you up for fucking adoption but nobody wants to adopt a fucking murderer!" *slap* "You fucking heartless bitch. You're fucking nothing. You're nothing to me. You ruined my life from the day you were fucking born. And now? Well now I might as well be fucking dead!"

I sit up screaming. Sherlock who was originally holding my tightly, let go and stared at me for a second before he tried to sooth me. I couldn't stop crying. I am dreaming of the night when my dead tried to stab me to death. My heart rate was fast. Faster than it has even been before. When Sherlock saw that I was just getting worse, he jumped up and ran for his mobile. I was rocking back and forth. My eyes were shut tight and tears were leaking from them. My breathing was out of control and my heart rate was getting faster and faster. Sherlock was screaming down the phone but I couldn't work out what he was saying. I was stuck in my nightmare and I couldn't get out of it. After a few minutes I could hear a woman crying and two pairs of hands grabbing me. I was lifted from Sherlock's bed and carried downstairs to an ambulance that had just arrived. I started screaming again, louder than before and sat bolt upright with my eyes wide open. Except, I was still in my nightmare. I could see Mrs Hudson and Mary hugging each other and crying. I could see John shouting at the ambulance driver to drive quicker, I could see Sherlock sitting by my head and holding my hand, tears running down his face, his eyes red and swollen. But I could also see him. My dad. He was running at me with a knife in one hand and his other hand stretched in front of him like he's about to strangle me. That's the bit I forgot to tell Sherlock. My dad was strangling me as he tried to stab me. I couldn't breathe. My face was turning purple and I was gasping for breath. I was back in my dad's kitchen, my body pushed against the wall, my toes just off the ground. His grasp slackened and I screamed again. This one with more pain than before. I was being stabbed. I could feel the sharp blade of metal piercing my skin. I tried to wriggle away but I couldn't. I lifted my leg as high and as fast as I could with the only strength I had left in me. I kneed him right in the balls. He doubled over in pain but he dragged the knife with him. It was cutting across my body slowly as he fell. I couldn't stop screaming.

A few hours later, I woke up in a hospital bed. Across the room, Mary and John were sleeping in chairs and Mrs Hudson was just leaving the room. Maybe for some coffee? Sherlock was sitting next to me asleep; he was holding my hand tightly as if he didn't want to let me go. Around his eyes were red and swollen, he had dried tear tracks on his cheeks and he had a blanket thrown over him. I squeezed his hand to wake him up but after I did I felt guilt straight away, he must have been awake all night for me. He woke with a jump. Sherlock looked at me and started to cry again. He stood up and hugged me tightly. I didn't want him to let me go. "Oh Amelia, I thought I'd lost you" He managed to say through tears. "It was only a bad dream Sherlock" I said to him with a little giggle but tears were now rolling down my cheeks as well. We must have looked quite a pair. "Oh about time!" John's voice was unmistakable over me and Sherlock crying. "John, please. You saw how she was last night. What would you have done if you were me?" Sherlock's voice was cracking as he spoke to John through his tears. "Amelia, are you okay now?" Mary said as she lifted her head off John's shoulder. "I'm fine thanks Mary; it was just a bad dream." "Amelia, it wasn't just a 'bad dream'. You were screaming the house down! Then in the ambulance, you went purple and you weren't breathing. When I looked down at you, you were covered in blood. The scar your dad gave you was bleeding like crazy. That wasn't just a bad dream." Sherlock said and looked at me with fear in his eyes and he started to cry again. I looked down and saw stiches where my scar was. What was going on? A doctor walked in with some files and gave them to Sherlock to sign. "Now, as soon as these have been signed and we give you another quick examination, you should be good to go." The doctor said to me with a smile. Sherlock gave him back the papers and he walked out again. Mary and John walk leave to go and get a coffee and some food leaving me and Sherlock alone. "I was really scared you know Amelia" Said Sherlock at last while looking at his hands. "I'm sorry Sherlock. I tried to wake up, I really did but I couldn't. I had no idea. I thought it was all in my head" I reply with tears in my eyes. Just as Sherlock was about to speak again, the Doctor came back and asked me to follow him to another room and for Sherlock to wait here for me to come back. As I'm about to follow the doctor out of the door, Sherlock grabs my hand and kisses me hard on the lips just as Mary and John walk back through the door. John stares at Sherlock as I leave the room but he doesn't take his eyes off me until I walk around the corner and I'm out of sight.

When I go back to the room I woke up in, only Sherlock was there. "I told Mrs Hudson to go home and Mary needed to rest so John went with her" he said as I looked around the room for them. "Oh, okay then. Well they've said I'm free to go now so I suppose I'd better go and sign out" I say at last and turn to leave. Sherlock grabs my waist with one arm and walks out next to me.

When we arrive back to 221b, the door knocker is straight again. "Mycroft" I whisper under my breath and Sherlock looks at me. Sure enough when we open the door, Mycroft is sat on the stairs with an umbrella across his lap like last time. "Ooh dear brother mine, she gave you quite a shock didn't she" Mycroft said when Sherlock slammed the door shut making me jump. I look at Sherlock and he's white as a sheet. He grabbed my waist again and pulled me close to him. "Who told you?" Sherlock said at last with a gruff voice. "Well John of course. Not even 10 minutes ago in fact. I was coming here anyway because I needed to speak with Amelia. But I see it will not be a private conversation by the way you're holding her so tightly. Oh brother mine, don't tell me you have fallen in love with her. What did mummy and father say about caring for people? What did I tell you?" his voice was full of curiosity mixed with sadness. Just as Sherlock was about to speak, I interrupted him. "What do you need to tell me?" "Ah come upstairs, I don't fancy you fainting again. Although I think my brother enjoyed carrying you up the stairs last time." Sherlock grumbled something and Mycroft shot him a sharp look so we walked upstairs to our flat. When we sat down, Sherlock holding me tightly, Mycroft said "dear brother mine, go and make some tea for us will you?" so Sherlock got up again and shuffled to the kitchen and pulled three mugs from the cupboard and filled the kettle with water. "Now, Amelia. I'm afraid I have some bad news." I stare at Mycroft with fear in my eyes. Had my dad found me? Were the police going to kick down the door and drag me back to him? "Last night" he carried on "most likely when you were having your 'bad dream' as John put it, your father was seen jumping off of the bridge your mother had died. When the police found him, he was dead." Tears filled my eyes and Sherlock ran over to me and hugged me tightly while stroking my hair. He shot Mycroft a piercing look and then tried to calm me down. "I- I shouldn't c- care about it. He t- tried to k- kill me." I managed to say at last through tears. Mycroft stood up and walked towards me. He placed one hand on my shoulder and said "I'm sorry" and walked out the flat.