Veronica and Sherlock are becoming one in this fanfiction. He's not the same anymore, because of loving her. all rights to creators. This chapter is a tragic way of expressing whats to come. enjoy-mickey

I am still in my ripped dress, after John was already in his pj's. Sherlock was in his pj's as well. Mary and I were in her and John's room looking for clothes I could change into. She was much older than me as well as John and Sherlock were I was only 22. The clothes she had were to dressy and baggy on me. I wasn't a tiny girl but I wasn't grown woman size either. I was shorter than her. That was the problem. She let me wear her sleep shorts and a small old tanktop of her's.

Mary was really nice to me, I wish I was more close to her than Irene. Irene was dirty and just appalling most the time. I went downstairs as John was about to come upstairs to go to sleep.

"The couch? Or guest room?" Sherlock asked

"Which ever you don't want" I say

"There's a couch in the guest room!" Mary yelled from upstairs

"Then guest room it is." I respond going up stairs to the guestroom Sherlock following.

I wanted the couch but Sherlock insisted to take the couch. I couldn't go to sleep. Elsa was out there looking for me. I got up real quick and slipped on the pair of shoes underneith the bed. They were Mary's loafers. I looked silly going down the street. I had an idea  I may die tonight. I recieved a text.

Helda's flat seems like a good place?-The waitress.

I'm on my way.-VH

I arrive and walk into the flat. Elsa is waiting for me there.

The flat was full of diffrent funature.

"Like my new home Verony?" She asks filling her nails

"It's abit store bought?" I say

"Welp, to bad sweetheart this is your death. You die here. The first place you stepped in with Sherlock Holmes. I was thinking his flat but I don't want you to enjoy it. I didn't enjoy it when my Jim was killed." She said pulling a knife to my throat.

"One move and I'll apply pressure." She says applying pressure. I recieve a text.

veronica how would you feel about marriage?-SH

She grabs the phone reading it.  I didn't get to.

Her face falls down from a smile showing me the phone.

"Its good your not marrying him." She said throwing my phone.

I get up and I grab the knife. "Try me." I say "Destroying me. My life! It won't be as if I care! Why do you care, Jim had what it was coming! You though are mad, your obbsessed with the fact he loved you. He was a mad man! He loved anyone who worked with him to destroy other peoples lives." I say marriage?

She stops from grabing the knife. "I'm...a...monster" she says crying "You make me feel as if I'm the enemy! Your Sherlock got my Jim killed! It's your fault now!" Elsa is bawling her eyes out and I myself realise she has the knife in her hand and I begin to kick her hard. She stabs my wrist and I feel a urging pain. The vain in my wrist was spurging out blood. I put my hand on my wrist and I was feeling abit faint. "I hope you realise this is your fate." She says to me laughing I don't want to hurt her I am not vengeful. But I do hurt her.

I grab her throat and realise my blood is going everywhere she passes out and I call Sherlock telling him everything then I go blank.

I wake up in a bright hospital room. St.Barts I beileve and I realise I have a blood tube in my vein where it was cut. Sherlock was talking to Lestrade. John and Aunt H. were watching me. Aunt H. came up to me at the bed and stroked my half curled hair.

"Honey, your mother is about to arrive to visit you." She said "I love you so so much Veronica. But your life was on the line here." She pauses. "John, will she be okay?" I here her whisper trying to not let myself hear.

"It depends Mrs.Hudson, she lost alot of blood and if for some reason the blood pumping into her system fails she won't be able to breath. Causing her to pass." he said looking at me.

"Before your mother comes do you want to talk to Sherlock?" Aunt H asked

I nod quickly.

"It won't be long till you can hardly live without me you know." Sherlock says to me