"Hello" she smiled devilishly at him appearing from the dark. Each step she took echoed his mind, the way she taps her heels on the solid floor, he could feel her draw near.
In the back of his mind a tune rang, a slow violin which fell into place as the shadows dropped her body.
His pulse raced at the sight of her wearing only his trench coat with bright blood red lips, she was elegant like a rose yet dangerous like a thorn.
Face to face, breath on breath, he watched her glowing eyes and she pulled her face to his, "Mister Holmes" she started running her fingers in his dark waves, he was numb, he couldn't feel anything, no floor, no her, no nothing, feeling faint as she leaned her lips into his
"another dream of me?"
Everything began to cloud and in a blink we was in his room shaking, breathing heavily, his brain was a scatter, confused, unnourished.
Searching through his draws he found an alcohol wipe, and began rubbing his inner elbow aggressively
Again going through his draws he found his last, already prepared syringe
He suddenly became steady, removing the cap and placing it in the bedside table he held his breath
The needle was inches away from his scabbed skin and slowly it was implanted into him
Depressing the syringe, sensations ran his mind
After a moment he pulled it out and back onto bedside table, grabbed a cigarette and with a flick of the lighter the room lit up to the burning tip. Smoke expelled, lighting up the cigarette, soon after it went back to darkness.
He picked up his violin and mimicked the song that run through his polluted mind until he had it perfect.
As soon as he did he went back to trying to forget her by hibernating, yet forcing himself to be awake, punishing his heard by giving up on his body.
"Sherlock?" John asked knocking on his door while he opened it "Sherlock…"
The door was wide open and for the first time John saw the full inside of Sherlocks room.
In a fog of smoke, it smelt heavily of cigarettes and rotting flesh. The room was pitch black with little rays on sunlight that managed to get through the curtains, it shone on the floor which was buried in props and unwashed clothes along with figures, probably furniture buried under more clothes and things.
John attempted to get to Sherlocks bed which was on the far left of the room.
Sherlock sat upright on his bed nude and looking like death wrapped in a blanket; bits of powdery substance surrounded his nose, smoking a cigarette and a violin on his lap, plucking the strings and giving John no recognition.
Trying to only step on clothes and not anything glass, John made his way beside Sherlock reeking and needing a shower.
"Look-" John started "You haven't been our in weeks!"
"And?" he responded, looking into space, his voice was rough and dry, as if wasn't used to speaking
"Well, you could use a bit of fresh ai-"
"Fresh air is boring" he said finishing off his cigarette, pressing the short bud on the bedside table, damaging the skin of it, now looking at John with wild, empty eyes "Next"
"Well, you should at least be eating someth-"
"DULL! I cant think if i eat!"
"WELL then, what are you thinking about?"
Sherlock paused, only leaving him with a stream of images of the woman, that woman, flickering through his mind, every image of her he dreamt and seen made his heart beat somewhat faster.
"DAMMIT!" yelled Sherlock at his heart for turning against him, feeling foreign emotions, he knew the chemistry behind it all but he just wouldn't believe. John jumped and a squeal from outside not shortly came after.
"Is Molly here? Why is she here? Why is she ALWAYS here?" He said in a more annoyed voice than angry, throwing .
"I-I invited her!" John answered still uneasy about him Sherlocks sudden outburst, "Look Sherlock, Is everything OK-?"
"Theres another side to this, tell me John, why? WHY is she here ALL the time"
"I invite her!" replied John still baffled at why Sherlock screamed "Is everything o-"
"you're not telling me something, WHY John, WHY is she here ALL THE TIME"
Sherlock looked on edge, grumpy, hungry, tired, a savage
John let out a sigh and admitted, "She's also kinda scared of her roommate, now whats wr-"
"Roommate…" Sherlock whispered to himself them jumping up, making his way out of the door.
"PANTS SHERLOCK"
Sherlock paused while John tried not to look, Sherlock grabbed what ever item of clothing he could find on the floor slipping it on along with his robe which hung behind the door.
He walked out to Molly who was packing the fridge with food, "Oh, Hello Sherlock haven't seen you in a while!"
"Your roommate Molly" he said with no hesitation walking straight up to her "Who is your roommate?" he sounded cool and collected.
She paused terrified of his wild appearance and unusual behaviour, "WELL!" he yelled grabbing onto her shoulders, a sudden shift in personality.
John called from behind, trying to distract Sherlock from hurting Molly "Hung over red head," "yeah" nodded Molly "hung over red head, i don't think she likes me much"
"Wrong" said Sherlock withdrawing from Molly and threw himself on the couch, closed hands together and pressed on his lips he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.
"What?" asked Molly and John afraid of the uneasy presence in the room.
Sherlock sat up trying to put all the pieces of the puzzle together, "The Woman, Molly, What do you know about the Woman?"
Molly shut the fridge door behind her with excitement in her eyes, making her way beside Sherlock, "Oh i've heard of her, people say she's this sex addict who goes around sleeping with everyone! A crazy party animal! Oh some people say she's a lesbian, other people say she slept with the whole football team! She takes like a million drugs everyday and drugs other people not to mention she- "
"Do you really believe on this flagrant gossipy nonsense?" Sherlock snapped furious, "I am ashamed of you Molly, how boring could you be?"
"OI!" John defended.
"Well have you even MET her Molly?" Sherlock grunted with attitude, glaring at John
"Um.. no?" said Molly looking away rubbing her lips, John also looked away defeated.
"who is she? who is she?" he mumbled again and again rolling in a ball rocking himself, John and Molly just watched in worry.
Then, within moments, Sherlock jumped up and paced across the room, towards the front door which sung open without notice. In an odd blur Sherlock was out of the room, pressing his ear onto Molly's door then examining the door handle, "no one" he mumbled as made it our of the dorm room.
"Whats wrong Sherlock?" John asked softly and cautiously, Sherlock just marched down the hall and kicked down a random door, a puff of smoke flowing out after.
Sherlock needed answers, why couldn't he deduct anything from her? Who was she? And why is she having this effect on Sherlock? She was an enigma. She was his puzzle. She was the itch that he couldn't scratch.
In the fitted room there was about 20 people all eating brownies and smoking "herbal soothers," a man high as a kite laughing asked "hey bro want more thumbs or something?"
Sherlock was wired like crazy, he was shaking, wasn't thinking straight.
He angrily looked at the man pushing him up against the wall, hand to elbow press up against his throat, "Listen to me, WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE WOMAN?"
The man was so terrified and gasping for air, "i, i don't know man, chill, have a brownie!"
"WHO IS SHE!" His yell echoing trough the hall as he pressed tighter on the guys neck, all of a sudden Sherlock was held down on the floor, unable to move. In a moment of bitter realisation it was John on top of him, crushed due to his weak state and Johns military knowledge, he knew he couldn't wriggle his way out of it.
John sitting on Sherlock, had him in a back mount position on the floor.
"SHERLOCK! you are not thinking straight, you need to eat!" Sherlock tried to move but all of Johns weight was on top of him so he gave in "your not sane right now, lets go"
John dragged Sherlock down the halls, in the dorm then into the bathroom, "Molly call Mrs. Hudson tell her to come over, its an emergency" he instructed Molly, nodding with frighten eyes as she ran out "DON'T FORGET FOOD!"
He placed Sherlock in the shower fully clothed then turning the taps, cold water hit Sherlock slightly waking him up. As it turned warm John nervously pulled off robe along with his shirt but stopped there.
"Is everything ok Sherlock?" he said offering soap to Sherlock who looked away, John reluctantly started scrubbing Sherlock.
"Sherlock…." John stared at him until he answered, John grabbed one arm and washed it thoroughly, grabbed the other arm and saw little points on his skin, past injections, Sherlock quickly withdraw his arm from John "Why are you doing this?" Sherlock coughed out weakly
"Because i'm your friend" said John remaining eye contact
"I don't have friends" mumbled Sherlock looking away
I have been getting creative block recently, ugh! any suggestions guys? i cant think of what to do next! anyways, i am going to start to reply to reviews, it took me while to realise how to find them! HAHA!