Chapter 21

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"John, where are you going?", I followed him to the door, but he was ignoring me.

Something had stopped me from following him, some force push me down to the floor. I looked around, but there was no one but me. I tried to stand up but the same force pushed me down, I heard a car engine start. I crawled to the window, but it was nearly impossible I felt tired and dehydrated.

"J-John", my voice was shaky.

Then I was out, I let the force win.

I woke up, my vision was blurry, "Sherlock", a familiar voice called me. I see a tall figure kneel down to my height, "Sherlock", he called me again, "Mmm", was all I could manage to say my throat was very dry.

"Brother dear, John will be very mad when you wake up", I realize the man was my brother Mycroft, but his words didn't make any sense to me.

"What?", I tried to stand up the same force pushed me down, my head was running, spinning fast.

"He won't be happy, wake up now", Mycroft gave me a stern look and slapped me right across the face, and once again I was out.

I woke up lying down in a bed, with a wet rag on my forehead. My body was numb, I couldn't feel a single bone in my body.

"Why, Sherlock? You promised me you wouldn't use anymore, you were fucking clean for eight months", John's voice was angry and sorrowful. He carried a syringe in his hand that surrounded by blood, he angrily threw it against the wall. He his attention back to me, he climbed on top of me and put his hand on my throat.

"Wake up, Sherlock", his hands were still around my throat squishing the oxygen out of me. I tried to say something, his hands left my throat and started violently attacking my cheeks.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up", the tears coming from John were falling down my cheeks, which made it more painful when I would take a blow to the face.

"John, please stop", I whispered to him and he hears because he stopped, he looked at me in the eyes and smiled warmly, but then grabbed form both ears and slammed our heads together. And for the third time I was out.

I woke up, again, my head was pounding, my heart was racing, all the bones in my body were aching. The mattress beneath me was so soft and was helping with the pain. I sat up slowly letting the pain go through me, I felt a body next to me, I panicked not recognizing who it was. So I just pushed the body of body off the bed with my hands. It sounded like a boy.

"Ow, what the hell, Sherlock", John growled rubbing his elbow in pain.

"John?", I got off the pain ignoring the burning pain, I climb on top of him and attacked his lips. They were so deeply real, I savored the fresh mint of toothpaste. He gratefully returned he kiss, his hands digging deep into my dark curls. I stopped the kiss to take a glance at him he was smiling, gently touching my face. I then remember that Diana was in the hands of Sebastian and Jim. He frowned when I got off of him.

"Come on, John we have to find Diana", I started to look around the room, it looked like the room we use to share at Baskerville, but why?

He laughed getting up, "Who's Diana?", John sat himself down at the other bed that was next to the one I was lying in.

I stared at him in disbelief, "Our daughter, Diana, remember Sebastian and Jim have her, we have to go find her", I turned to the door, but a hand on my wrist pulled me back.

"Ok, first of all Sherlock we don't have a daughter we're sixteen that's insane. Second of all why would Sebastian and Jim have her?", John stared at me like if I was crazy.

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