SHERLOCK {BBC Sherlock Fanfiction}

A Study In Pink- C1: I Choose You

Jennifer's Pov-

Have you ever felt like you were being watched? Everywhere you go, everything you do, you just feel like you're being followed. The feeling you get, constantly of a pair of eyes burning through your soul. No? Well I'm glad, I had been feeling like this over the past few days and it was really putting me on edge.

I had recently broken up with my long-term boyfriend, all he did was control me and order me around. He never used to be like that, we used to be happy. I'm just glad that I got away from him now while I had the chance.

I wanted a new life, I wanted to change. All I did was go to work, come home from work, cook and eat dinner, have a shower then go to bed. It was the same old routine every single day and I was sick of it! Where was the excitement in my life? I was only a mere twenty-six years old, yet I felt like my life had already ended. That wasn't my idea of a life so I split up with Harry, although he wasn't happy about it at all, I physically had to force myself through the door and out of the house as he held onto me and tried to keep me there. I had had enough!

I opted to move to London, I figured that London was a massive city, the capital of England, surely I could make something of my life there.

I was currently staying at a hotel on the Marylebone Road, it was beautiful but very expensive. I had to get a flat and a job, and fast at that.

I did happen to see an advertisement at one of the local corner shop newsagents for a flat share, it was a central flat in London so I thought it sounded like a good idea, in fact I was walking over to view and chat to the other member in the flat as of this very moment.

That's when it started, the feeling. That constant feeling of a pair of eyes unknowingly watching you, following you, stalking you.

I eventually found my way to Baker Street after a tremendous effort of walking down countless numbers of streets and asking just about every person I could find for directions, I'd finally found it!

I strolled over to the large heavy door. The address was shown clearly on the dark door, with bold, shiny, golden characters. I looked up at my possible future that stood before me, '221B', I took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

A few short moments had passed before an elderly woman answered the door, she wore black slacks, pink fluffy slippers and a flowery blouse accompanied with a sweet smile on her face.

"Hello dear, can I help you?" She asked me.

"Ugh, yeah I've come about the flat share?" I told her.

"Ah, come right in." She smiled and gestured.

I gingerly stepped into the house and took in my surroundings.

"You can go right up, Miss..um?" She gestured up to the stairs.

"West." I told her as I began to ascend up the stairs.

I crept as quietly as I could up the stairs of 221B, I didn't know why I felt so nervous.

I walked into the flat to see a small man with sandy hair, wearing a cream coloured knitted jumper, sat slumped down in one of the armchairs, he had a walking stick leant up next to him.

"Um, hello?" I spoke quietly.

The sandy haired man turned around, a look of shock came to his face. "Hello, um are you looking for Sherlock?"

"I'm here about the flat share." I told him. "If it's still available?"

"Ugh, yeah, yeah of course. Sherlock!" He called.

A few seconds later another man entered the room. He was tall, quite a bit taller than me, he was pale, just as I was but then again we did both live in England so that was pretty natural. His face possessed a pair of high cheekbones and a sharp jawline, which looked sharp enough to cut through diamond, he also had a large quantity of dark curls upon his head, which bounced lightly as he walked. He stared straight at me, as if he were uncomfortable, his bright blue eyes ultimately made my heart melt. Wait! What was I thinking? I couldn't go back again, I wouldn't let anyone else get into my life and start a relationship with me just so that they could hurt me again. I tried my best to banish these thoughts but I couldn't help but stare back at him as he stood there in his black suit with his white smart shirt, he didn't look like most men but for this strange reason he seemed to intrigue me.