Hi guys. Sorry i left you on a cliffhanger for so long ive just been dealing with some stuff for a long time and it's been getting worse. I've been literally writing this chapter for since the day after I uploaded the last one I just couldn't find the motivation to finish it. It's short I know but that's because it's 12:53am and I yeah i don't really have an excuse except I ran out of ideas sort of for this chapter.
so yeah, here you go...
-Katie-
Molly sat curled up on her bedroom floor. She had already cut very deeply on her thighs and wrist but now she just felt so broken and sad. She figured that Sherlock was coming, thinking the worst, which was probably the best thing for him to do. She felt so guilty for doing it too. She knew that Sherlock hated it and now that her dad knew that she did it, then when he heard she did it again he would be hurt. She couldn't help it though. The only good thing that came out of it was that the voices finally stopped screaming at her, but she could still hear them laughing harder and harder as she cut deeper and deeper until she finally gave up and crawled from the bathroom to her bedroom and laid curled up on the floor.
She had made sure to give Sherlock the garage code the day she was released from the hospital just in case and now she was glad she did so he wouldn't have to break their front door down again. But she figured that he would have been able to figure out the garage code somehow anyway.
So when Molly heard the mechanical door to their garage screech open and the door to her garage slam open and shut all within four seconds of each other she wasn't all that surprised. She didn't even move, just continued to stare at her door frame until Sherlock came barreling up the stairs and stepped into her line of vision.
Before she could even blink Sherlock had scooped her up in his arms and was cradling her on her bed, rocking back and forth.
"Molly Hooper do not do that ever again." He spoke breathlessly.
She groaned slightly at the pain it was causing to simply move. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and buried her face in his neck. "I'm so sorry."
"I know Molly I know. It's okay now though, I'm here and I won't let you get hurt anymore. I will find out who those girls are and-"he started but she interrupted him.
"H-how do you know about them?" she asked quietly.
He sighed and leaned his forehead on hers. "I heard them talking about a girl they had teased in the bathroom while I was waiting for you at your locker and I figured out that it was you. But you can't listen to anything they say because it's not true."
"It is true though, they are right. Everything they said was right." She said, tears welling up in her eyes.
"What exactly did they say?" He knew it wasn't exactly the best question given the circumstances but his curiosity got the best of him.
"T-they called me a freak." She started, but she spoke again before Sherlock could get a word in, "but they're right…because only a weak pathetic freak would do this." Molly rolled up her sleeves, revealing the deep red angry marks that stared back up at her.
Sherlock sighed and got up, carrying her into the bathroom and sitting her down the side of the bath tub. "No Molly, stop using these against you. This," he gestured towards her cuts, "does not mean you are a weak pathetic freak, it just means that you have been hurt so much that you don't know where or who else to turn to. Your mind thinks the only way to control the pain on the inside is by mirroring it on the outside, to release it in some way, but you and I both know that that is not the way that you should be dealing with the pain you feel, or what you should automatically turn to when something bad happens." He wet a wash cloth in the sink and sat beside her on the bath tub, holding out his hand. "Give me your arm Molly."
She felt so pathetic, and handed over her arm and looked down. "It hurt…what they said. Because, it seemed like the truth. That I'm too big of a freak to get a boyfriend, let alone one as great as you…maybe I should have listened to them and instead of doing this I just drank a bottle of bleach and got it over with, then at least I wouldn't be a burden on anyone anymore…"
Tears fell down her cheeks and Sherlock himself felt his stomach flip and his eyes well up and he pulled her close to him and leaned his forehead on hers. "Molly stop it, stop it now! They were not right about anything at all, it is me who does not deserve you and no one especially not someone as beautiful and wonderful as you should kill themselves or hurt themselves in any way at all."
He put the wash cloth down and cupped her cheeks, wiping away her tears he kissed her gently. Sherlock finally realized that even before he and Molly started dating he had strong feelings for her but now he knew to what extent they were.
"Molly, I…I love you. I really do." He said softly, pulling her close and hugging her. He felt her relax and hug him back and she kissed his cheek. "I love you too Sherlock."
And for a few minutes they simply held each other, occasionally Molly would sniffle or bury her face further into his neck, and Sherlock would pull her even closer, but it still didn't feel close enough to him. For a few minutes they let themselves forget everything except each other.
After those perfect few minutes Sherlock sighed and picked up the wash cloth and held her arm gently in his. He placed the wash cloth delicately on her cut wrist and she hissed in a breath.
"I'm so sorry Molly but this is going to hurt, a lot, but I have to do it," he spoke softly to her and she nodded quickly, painful tears already stinging her eyes. "If you need to hold on to me do it, it's okay," he assured her and he started to wash her cuts. The pain was excruciating and she buried her face into his neck, her other hand reaching around him and gripping the collar of his shirt tightly. He absolutely hated that he was hurting her but they both knew that he had to do it.
It didn't take long, he had cleaned her cuts quickly and efficiently but that was only her wrist, and he noticed small beads of blood dripping through her pants on her thighs and he sighed.
"Molly, I'm going to have to clean the ones on your thighs too. She nodded, not trusting her own voice and she stood up shakily, walking to her room and quickly changing into a pair of short shorts before returning back to Sherlock's side, shaking and looking down guiltily.
He picked up her chin gently with his hand and kissed her cheek lovingly. "It's going to be okay Molly," he said and began to rub the wash cloth on the much deeper and more ragged cuts on her thighs.
She cried out and wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, digging her nails into his shirt and skin, but he didn't care.
He finished as quick as he could and she was shaking so badly, partly from being cold and partly because of the pain, that he picked her up carried her to her room, laying her on her bed, but when he tried to pull away she wouldn't unwrap her arms from around his neck.
"P-Please stay," she whispered helplessly.
He sighed. "Ok, just let me go get you some pain medication first." She nodded and unwrapped her arms from his neck. He quickly left and came back with two pain killers and a glass of water and by the time he came back she was half asleep.
Sherlock sat her up and gave her the painkillers and made sure that she drank at least of half of the glass of water he brought her, then reached onto the floor and picked up a fuzzy blue pair of pajamas bottoms and chuckled to himself before putting them on her, making sure to be careful around her cuts. He then lay beside her in her bed and she snuggled up against him, and he held her in her arms as she slept.
When her father got home from work later that night Sherlock filled him in on the day's events, reminding him multiple times to not overstress her or over react or get angry, so basically say nothing about it, when she woke up.
After filling her father in her kissed her cheek before leaving.
Okay guys I was sick today too so I stayed home from school and sort of had a Benedict marathon and I watched Third Star for the first time as well as Wreckers and I was sobbing so hard. They made Third Star seem like not sad and funny and just a witty heartfelt trip as a dying mans wish with his friends but it literally felt like I was hit by a brick wall of feels at the end. Not fun. I was sobbing so hard that I should have built a canoe and sailed down the river of my tears. It was an AMAZING movie though, Ben was amazing as usual and so were the other actors it was just so touching and sad. Beautiful movie.
I hope to have the next chapter up way quicker than it took to get this one up.
Sorry again guys, I know I'm horrible. :(
Review, I love hearing from you all.
-Katie-
