Oh my god I apologize for the thing earlier! Apparently, something went poof in the website, and it made the chapter...like that. I did not know, until one very helpful reader told me. Lifesaver, I tell ya! Anyway, that was embarrassing, and I'm so sorry for those who were confused!

Chapter 19

I didn't know how long I was walking, or how far, but suddenly, I'm at the Clevedon Pier. I stood watching the sun slowly slip away, allowing the moon to be the beacon of light for the night. I was tired. Not just tired of walking, but also everything. I'm tired of being me. I'm tired of going back and forth with Jim. I'm tired of my life. I'm tired of living.

I knew I shouldn't do this. I shouldn't even think of this. This is my last resort. This is what I would do if things went downhill in my life. I'm going to jump.

The sun had set, and night was rolling in. The wind came cold, and harsh. It was freezing. Thank god I wore my jacket everywhere. Except summer of course. That would be too absurd. I had the scarf that Sherlock gave me. I was going to jump, and no one was to stop me.

I stepped onto the ledge, making sure that I was far enough from the land to actually fall. And bashing my head in was probably a bonus too. I was shivering slightly, both from the cold, and the realization of what I was about to do.

"Excuse me, miss?" A voice from behind me made me startled, and I slipped. I would've gone flailing into the water if the person hadn't caught me. He pulled me up and gave me a smile. "Why would a lovely woman like you try to jump off a pier?" Only then did I actually saw him.

Black hair, brilliant blue eyes, stunning smile, high cheekbones, gentle way of handling unstable women...the Prince Charming of my fairy tales. Except that I don't believe in fairy tales. But oh my god, he was probably the most gorgeous man I've ever met.

It seemed like I was too stunned to say anything more than 'sorry'. I, who had the vocabulary of a valedictorian, was too dazzled by Prince Charming here, to even say anything. I suddenly had the vocabulary of a two year old.

"Have we met? I swear I've seen your beautiful face before." He continued.

"Flattered." I muttered.

"To whom do I owe this pleasure of meeting?"

"Sherry. Sherry Holmes. Well, kinda. Probably Holmes-Moriarty or..." I realized that his pupils were dilated in fear, and he was cowering slightly. He seemed petrified, as if he's seen a ghost. He looked like he was going to wet his pants! "Um...are you okay?" I asked, worried. Am I actually dead but I haven't known yet?

"S-Sherry?" His fear was really obvious. I had no idea who he was. All flirting advances were stopped.

"Um...yeah...Do I know you?"

"Do you...Do you know me? Are you kidding me, you kicked me in the balls and I had to be hospitalized for a week!"

My mouth hung in an 'O'. "Tom?!"

Forget everything I said about him before. Everything! Oh my god, I thought he was hot?! Well, he has changed a lot since we last met.

"Yeah, it's...me. Tom, the pussy who got him arse kicked by a girl. Tom, who's been hospitalized for having serious dick injury. Tom, who's switched schools to run from scary little Sherry." He spat.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

"Have you had any idea what happened to me after?!"

"Um, no, because you disappeared from school right after that...incident, so no, I have no idea." I said, not bothering to be polite about it. This was the guy that ruined my life...before Moriarty of course.

"I was known as the gay guy who's never had enough balls to do anything, the guy that was afraid of the tough girls. The straight guy that was known as gay." He looked so forlorn when he said it.

"I'm sorry, Tom. I didn't know." I said quietly.

"You didn't even think to visit or anything. You didn't want to know what happened to me. We were in love." What?!

"Excuse me, but since when did spreading rumours about my virginity, and also stalking me, considered love?! That wasn't love! That was just you being obsessed with me!" I yelled at him. I was definitely not in love with him! I mean, this guy was the one that spread all that shitty rumours about me, even when I denied it. I hated him so much.

"You said you loved me!"

"What the hell? No, I did not say that! Why would I ever say that to you, you foul arsehole with no balls!" His face was contorted with rage, anger, and...regret? But then, he swung his fist at me, which I deflected easily. I grabbed his arm and twisted it, not enough to break it, but enough to hurt. He grimaced in pain. He stepped on my foot, making me and my stupid reflexes to knee him in the stomach. He doubled over in pain. I kicked him over, so that he's laying down flat on the ground.

"Don't mess with me, you little shit."

And with that, I moved away, further from him. Back to my unfinished business. Right. Suicide. And the wind is picking up. Brilliant! And the water started to be quite choppy too. Right, that's good...I'll end up being washed away in the choppy water.

I stepped on the ledge, determined to get this over with. The sooner the better. And suddenly, I remembered I had another life to think about. My baby. I knew I was killing myself, and the baby. I had not even a hint of regret, and I was worried of what I've become. If it was 15 year old Sherry, I wouldn't result to this. But no, this is me. This is my decision. I'm going to do it. This is what I've made my mind on, and I'm not one who'd go back from my decision.

I was swaying, even more as the wind picked up speed. I will jump. I will jump. I...I don't wanna jump! Just as I was about to move back from the ledge, I slipped and slid into the water.

"SHERRY!" Sherrinford...?

But it was too late. I was falling, and it felt like I was falling in slow motion. When I finally hit the water's surface, it hurt. It hurt like hell. It hurt like someone made me into a pancake and squashed me like a bug. I was hopelessly trying to stay afloat, but I knew I was trying to commit suicide, but my instincts kicked in, and I'm trying hard to actually live.

A few meters away from me, I heard a splash, and someone yelled out my name. No! No no no! Don't come for me! I wanted to scream, as I saw a huge rock, like that iceberg in Titanic. I tried to steer away from it, but the waves were beating at me towards the bloody rock. The rock was nearing me, and I hit my head against it, hard. The last thing I remembered seeing before going unconscious was Sherrinford's body drifting past me.

Heyyyyy, guys! Oh sod this. It's like I'm intentionally trying to drown myself in my tears. I watched The Hobbit: Battle of The Five Armies yesterday, and damn that's probably too awesome to describe! Anyway, I am in love with Tom Hiddleston, and it broke me to do that to Sherrinford. And I'm so sorry if it was too short! Truthfully, I was having the so-called writer's block, and the only thing I could see, is making my Sherrinford die. I apologize if you guys are having an outrage, but seriously, as a Hiddlestoner like myself, did you really think I didn't weep because I killed off my favourite character other than Sherry? Anyway, I apologize again, and also, I forgot, Merry Christmas! Two days too late, but I wasn't on Wattpad on Christmas or Boxing Day so...forgive me! It's the thought that counts, right?