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Whipped	By : This_is_The_Phantom_Lady Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3753 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This contains major triggers for people with issues with self-harm. I do not own or profit on any official BBC Sherlock characters or any other part of BBC Sherlock.

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“Water” my basic need overruled the fear of what kind of trouble I had gotten myself into this time.

“How could you?” she ignored my plea.

“Water, please” talking hurt.

“You could have told me” the coolness melted slightly; but only for a second “You could have hurt yourself”

“Sorry” my voice ran out; my throat was simply too dry.

“Mira!” she got on her feet from the chair she had been sitting on; waiting on me to wake. She obviously wanted me to know she was serious.
It certainly had that effect.

Even breathing hurt now. I desperately needed water.
Awkwardly I was flailing my taped hands trying to alert her to my distress.

Miss A. heaved an exasperated sigh and ran off to fetch me a glass of water, offering me a taste of mercy.

When she returned she slammed the door shut behind her and turned on the lights; I tried to cover my eyes; having gotten used to the semi-darkness the light flooding the room blinded me.

Eying the water I reached out for it; unconsciously. By now my throat had started to thicken.
My body itself was scared of running out of air.

Again…

“It’s an unfortunate side-effect of the drug I’m afraid” she frowned. Still holding onto the precious resource.

Finally she sat down on the side of the bed.
Her eyes looked stiffly into mine and my hands reached for the glass still but she held it away from me.

This was crossing the line. This was torture.

She grabbed my braid and pulled my hair back, with it my head… it opened my mouth. And finally she poured the water into my mouth and I drank it greedily.
I almost choked on it; but I could not care. I wanted it all. Every drop.

I needed it.

“It’s not a joke” she continued to fume after letting go of me. My neck snapped back in place and I gasped.

“I know…” I tested my voice, it was coming back with the lubrication. However harsh.

I was still thirsty, even now.

“Do you want to die?” her voice was low this time, and she sank her teeth nervously into her blood red lip.

“No” I stuttered, way too quickly.

“Mira I promise I didn’t want to drive you to that… I should have been wiser”. She couldn’t even look at me.

Wait. No.

Her guilt was suffocating me
My heart muscle cramped much like it had in the bathtub.

“Maybe it’s time for you to go. Before it’s too late” her voice was still hushed.

Go. Go where?

“This is not what you need. I thought I could cure you… but I can’t” She continued.
“I can’t help you, like I couldn’t help her”

Her? Who?

Tears welled up inside of me and burst through my eyes.
No… please. No.

She wrapped her arms tightly around me.

“Mira, you’re not her” she cooed. But it seemed like it was mostly to herself.

“Who?” I croaked between the tears I couldn’t control.
I was overtaken by a fear so strong. The fear that she would leave me too. That once again I’d be on my own… that once again I messed up too bad.

“That man… he hurt a young girl” she held me at an arms-length and took a good look at my face. I sobbed loudly, trying to stifle my silly outburst of emotions.
“A young girl like you… I knew her. She looked a lot like you…” her voice was now barely a whisper.

Only now did I realize she was looking through me, rather than at me. She was seeing a ghost.

“He broke her beyond repair… I tried to fix her and I couldn’t…”

Her blue eyes got glassy. She… she of all people was about to cry. I wanted to put my arms around her and hug her… but the tape on my fingers stopped me.

“I thought I could fix you” she repeated.

Fix me… so that’s what she called it?
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