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Sherlock looked over at the fiery red-head and smiled. "I'm Sherlock Holmes." He said reaching his hand out to her. She looked at it for a minute and smiled. "Amelia Pond, but I prefer Amy." She said in a Scottish accent. "Amelia." He said testing the name on his tongue. It suited her so well. "It's nice to meet you Amelia." "And you too Sherlock." She looked behind her to the blue box and the man inside it. "I have to go." He watched as she ran back towards the blue box and it disappeared. One day he will learn the mystery of the box, but now he was more focused on someone else. "Amelia." He said and laughed, "Amelia Pond." ~ "I'm s

"I know you're not dead." Amy said to the gravestone. "You can't be dead Sherlock, please." She wiped some tears from her eyes. The Doctor was standing a bit away to give her some privacy. Amy knew that she shouldn't blame her best friend but she couldn't help it. He didn't get us here in time. If only we had been here sooner. If only I had been here earlier Sherlock, for you. She thought. "Please Sherlock, please don't be dead." She sniffled, "Please, for John…" She paused and then said quietly, "For me." ~ Sherlock watched Amelia from behind the column where he was hiding. He didn't want her to see him but at the same time it pain

Chapter 1… The test had ten minutes to go. I was finished twenty minutes ago. I tried to give my test back but they refused to take it. They said that it was impossible that someone had finished that fast. Cheat, I heard them whisper when they thought they were far enough away. It had been like this my whole school career. They never believed that I could be that smart especially considering where I come from. My mother is in jail for attempted murder and my father was in the hospital because my mum almost killed him. Now he wants nothing to do with me so I've been put into the care of Bill and Carolle who are both really nice people a

I watched the girl sitting at the table across from where I and my friends were sitting. The girl was talking with her friends and laughing. She ran her fingers through her long golden brown hair, pushing it out of her eyes. One of her friends said something to her and nodded their head at me. I blushed and turned away. When I looked back up the girl's eyes were still on me, a curious expression on her face. ~ I cleaned the tables in the dining room like I normally do this time of day if no one's around. My manager called me back to the counter when the door rang. I dawdled back, not really wanting to serve more customers. I really just wan

What if a stranger came up to you on the street? You don't know who this person is. They're just a random person walking around minding their own business then they walk up to you. They put their hand on your shoulder and look you right in the eyes, holding your gaze. That's when they spoke, when they were absolutely sure that you were listening. It wasn't something deep and profound, just something simple but it meant a lot to you. "It will get better." And that was it. Then they let go of you and they walk away. You will never see that person again but they've made an impact on you. And you knew, as you watched that stranger walk off, you

"…Hey Jude, Don't make it bad, Take a sad song, And make it better, Remember to let her into your heart, Then you can start to make it better…" Hey Jude – The Beatles ~3~ The note she had slipped under my door that night sat on my night stand. Sometimes, when I wake up in the morning, I forget that she was dead, but then I look at the note and I remember. I didn't have the courage to read it just yet. Somehow it never felt like the right time. It didn't feel like the right time to see her family either. Truth be told, I was a little scared. Not of them, of course, but of all of the reminders of Kaytie in that hous

"…I can't remember when it was good, Moments of happiness elude, Maybe I just misunderstood, All of the love we left behind, Watching the flash backs intertwine, Memories I will never find…" Falling Away With You – Muse ~2~ I sat in the back of the coffee shop, staring at the people who walked in, wishing that it was Kaytie. Every hour I ordered another cup of coffee, that I didn't drink. ~ I heard people talking about me in hushed whispers. How could they not? As Kaytie often put it, I had the whole tall, dark and handsome brooding poet thing going on. I laughed at her when she said this and told her she was ju

"…Follow through, Make your dreams come true, Don't give up the fight, You will be alright, 'Cause there's no one like you in the universe…" Invincible – Muse ~1~ "Sometimes it was hard for Kaytie to believe that she was never alone. It was hard for her to realise that people loved her, that whatever she did, there would be consequences." The speaker spoke softly, quiet, but somehow too loud in this room of soundless people. "She was a bright girl, who did well in her studies and had lots of friends. It's hard thinking that something this tragic happens to the best of people, even to our Kaytie." Who was he to talk a