Sherlock's P.O.V
"Mary? That's not your name. Is it?" She slowly edges her way closer to me "No, no it's not." Before I can say another word she seems to have resumed her place from yesterday's events. "And wouldn't you just like to know what it is??" "Aw how sweet. The detective. Oh so clever. And he doesn't know my name, he doesn't even know who I am, wow your totally speechless. I am good." She begins to snigger. "I loved you" "I still do." she says as she lets out a tear from her crazed eye. "What do you want from me" i ask. "I want you to lose everything you have..just like I did".
As I break past her, I hear her grab something from her bag. As I turn around she slashes me on the arm with a knife, I fall to floor pained in shock. "You will do exactly as I tell you to do!!!" She says as she points the knife to my chest "And John, he will not find out. I'm enjoying playing around with him" "this is our little game. And those are the only rules, break them and our little play times won't be so nice" "Ok!??" Shocked, I reply "just tell me who you are?" She digs the knife to my chest "I said ok??" I hesitatingly reply "...ok.." smiling she then leaves.
Still in shock I pick myself up from the floor and wander over to my chair. I sit down bewildered not knowing what to do, should I tell John or pretend like she's not a total psychopath. I hear footsteps up the stairs and quickly get up not wanting John to see my bloodied arm. "John!!" "How was your walk!?" He stares at the blood on my white shirt "what experiment have you been doing this time?" He asks mockingly. "Oh you know just the usual stuff" I reply pained. Before I could leave the room to clean myself up I find an envelope on the floor...A shiver sweeps through my tense body.
I recognise the envelope..another one of Mary's finest work of course. I leave the room as I open the envelope, I pull out a blonde strand of hair and a pink feather. The letter reads different to the last three. "3,5,7...9. my tEars are your tears; my fears are your fears. what I want you wiLL do. so plAy safely and you will live. See you soon x." The letter drops to the floor as I sit on the floor, my head. I can't even string my thoughts together..Ella...suddenly a rush of cold pushes through me. As I quickly fumble to get everything back in the envelope John walks in. "Sherlock, are you ok??" "Yes. Why do you ask?" I reply as I try to look as normal as possible. "What was the letter?" "John why do you ask so many questions" I snap at him. "Sherlock!!...what on earth." He rushes over to me before I can even move he's seen my arm. "What's happened to you? Who did this?" He asks. "John I thought I told you. Stop asking me so many questions." "Sherlock! I'm serious.. what happened?" "Oh it's nothing John, you really must stop fussing. I can clean it up myself can't i? I'm not a child." "Mary phoned" He reply's. "M.Mary?" I hesitatingly ask, "yes Mary. Sherlock you've never stuttered in all of the time I've known you... you really do think it's her don't you? That crazed murderer?" "Yes I do John. And I'm sorry if none of this makes sense to you but it does to me."
I hurriedly clean myself up and leave the room, few minutes later John follows. "What's this?" He asks as he holds out a pink feather. "John..put that back. Now." He looks at me confused "this is one of those pink feathers you were talking about, tell me why there is a pink feather on your bed!" At that moment there's a loud knock on the door, Mrs Hudson answers to Which seconds later Ella is stood before my very eyes. "Ell...Mary!! N..ice to see you again" "John? I think it would be nice for us to go out for a walk don't you think?" She asks. "Yeah, sure I'll just quickly get freshened up, got a bit of blood on myself. Don't ask why." He says, as he leaves I realise I'm left face to face with this crazed woman again. "So, there's just one thing I need you to do for me? Tell John your whole friendship has just been nothing but an experiment.." she orders. "What I. I can't do that. Ella..please. I'm so sorry for what I did to you, but that was years ago. I don't understand why you're here now asking me to do this, threatening everything I have because of this one silly thing."
"Silly?" She mocks "I don't think silly covers it. You pretended that you loved me. Knowing, that I loved you so much. What I had for you was more than a school girl crush and you knew that...that day. That day you asked me to go to the library with you, I couldn't believe it. I told myself to calm down because, well it was only the library but I thought. It's not just the library, this person who always blocks people out of his life. He has asked me to go to the library with him, I was so happy. Then days later you asked my to be your girl as you put it. I don't think you ever really knew how to act in a relationship or around girls for that matter, you weren't exactly experienced. And then exactly 3 weeks later you dumped me and told me straight out "you were just an experiment." Not even a sorry, not that, that would matter." I beg her "Ella please get help for me?, caring is not an advantage. This is what I told you didn't I back then" she stares at me almost as though she's found something funny "and is that what you learnt from your little experiment? Is it?" Just then John walks in. She stares at me as to let me know this is my time to think over what I will do..my only time.