Hi, I love you.
-Sera♥
I wake up in a cold sweat -- quickly sitting up from inert slumber. I pant heavily as I run my fingers along my neck.
There's no scar. Not even a scratch.
That's impossible...
I slit my throat, I'm sure of it...
I finally snap out of my thoughts and focus on scanning my surroundings.
I'm on a sofa in 221b. Sherlock's flat. Anyone could deduce that from the intricate wall pattern -- Not to mention the bullets and yellow smiley face.
"Y/N? Are you awake?" His voice rings through my head, as I instantly develop a headache.
I turn my head and look at him as he enters from the kitchen.
"I'm supposed to be dead. I slit my own throat with a blade." I say.
"Not necessarily..." He mumbles, sitting next to me.
I narrow my eyes at him.
"Moriarty gave you a good blow to the head before you could kill yourself." He tells me.
My eyes widen.
Moriarty saved me...again?
I thought he would want me dead...
"It took a great deal for me to make him let me take you again." Sherlock obstructs my thoughts.
I shut my eyes in irritation.
I still hate him.
I would not hesitate to kill him.
"How many times do I have to tell you -- I don't love you anymore." I say loudly, opening my eyes.
He pauses, staring intently at me.
"You need to give up, Sherlock. Give up on me. I can't love you." I stare back at him.
"I was telling you the truth, you know. I never meant any of those things I'd said in the prison. Those words were only said to lure you in." He says.
"I'm going back to Vincent--"
"He poisoned you. Messed with your head..." He cuts me off mid-sentence.
I stare into Sherlock's eyes.
He's right.
Even through all the hate I have for him,
He's right.
"You know it yourself, Y/N.." He moves a strand of hair behind my ear.
I shudder at his touch, tears forcing their way out if my eyes.
Why does everyone I love trick me in some scheming way?
"Sherlock, I don't know what's going on...I don't know who to trust, I don't even know if I can trust you..." I bite my bottom lip as my face goes pale.
"You can't go back to him, Y/N...you're a smart girl...you know what he did. You know what he's going to do..." Sherlock says softly.
"How do I know you won't try to pull the same thing?" I ask through stuttering breaths.
He takes my hand, keeping it in his own tightly:
"Because I love you, Y/N."
"No, that's what they all said..." I tremble, attempting to yank my hand out, but he holds onto it tightly.
