Hello! So excited to be starting Just a Client, it is my first Wattpad story! Hope you all like it and please let me know what you think and if you have any suggestions. Here is the first chapter! xoxo
Just a Client: A BBC Sherlock Fan Fic
21. Today I am officially 21 years old. Officially an adult. Officially allowed to drink and buy products from infomercials (or is that 18?) and gamble! And I am in London, the city I've been dreaming of going to my entire life. Let alone attending college there! I just moved about four months ago from Denver, Colorado and was accepted to the University of London. Basically a total dream come true. Oh and did I mention that I'm here with my best friend in the entire universe, Liz? Now I'm at my 21st birthday party (which I pretty much invited my entire class of people I barely know to) and I am having the time of my life. Though I am a bit tipsy.
I stumble across the dance floor, looking for Liz. Haven't seen her in like an hour, and I seriously need to tell someone about the cute British guy I just met (well I guess everyone here is British). Where could she be? I walk over to the bar and sit down, already exhausted from my own party. Maybe she would just find me here. As another huge group of people enter the crowded club, I order myself another drink and check my phone. I have three missed calls from my mum. Great... She was probably reading another article on all of the "ruffians" in London. I love her to death, but she truly does worry too much.
After waiting another couple minutes, I give up on looking for Liz and decide to go back to dancing. Before I manage to get up off my bar stool, I see a bright orange jacket and head of bright blonde hair in the corner of my eye. Liz! I call her name and she turns around and sees me. Excusing herself from her conversation with a girl with a huge flower tattoo on her neck, she comes over and plops down in the seat next to me. She seems to have had a little too much to drink as well.
"So how's your party going?" she shouts over the music.
"Great! London is great! Everything is great!" I yell back to her.
"I agree!" she says, "Hey, when are we cutting the cake?? I am in desperate need of something with sugar!"
"Me too! I'm gonna go get it out of the freezer! You wanna come?"
"Yeah, let's go!"
We walk to the back of the club and get the ginormous chocolate ice cream cake that says "HAPPY BIRTHDAY BILLIE!" in frosting out of the fridge.
"God, this thing weighs a ton!" I mutter as we lift the cake, "Maybe someone will jump out of it!"
"You never know! This is London, after all!" Liz responds and as we move towards the door, a noise that sounds like a scream coming from the room next door. The bathroom, I think.
"Hey, you heard that too, right?" I ask, concerned it was the alcohol getting to my head.
"Yeah, it was probably just some wacko who likes to party. Come on!"
"It probably is just some wacko.. I mean, why else would someone be screaming?" I think to myself, "but what if it isn't?"
I brush off the weird scream for the next couple hours, content that I was being crazy and it was no big deal. But, something did seem kind of off about it. That scream didn't sound like it was in the joy of the party. It almost sounded like the person was.. scared. Of something. I really was watching too much crime TV...
It gets to be 11, then 12 and before I know it, it is already 2 AM and people are starting to leave. And, I have school tomorrow. Well, I guess today. Drowsy from all the food and drinks and people and craziness, I realize that I really need to pee. Taking a minute to think through where the restroom is, I wobble over and it takes me about five minutes to realize that it is a pull handle, not a push. Annoyed, I throw open the door and go into the restroom.
What I see next takes me about twenty seconds to comprehend. Before I can contain myself, an ear-piercing scream escapes my mouth and I blink to make sure that what I'm seeing is real. Lying in front of me, in the middle of the bathroom floor, is a girl. And not just a passed out, insanely-drunk girl, a girl that is dead. You wonder how I know that? She is surrounded in blood and I'm guessing it isn't someone else's.
Not sure of what to do and my mind totally fogged over, I make the stupid decision of not calling for help (if my scream hadn't already). Taking a step towards her, I notice something white tied to the girl's leopard-print top. A piece of paper. Despite the actual corpse in front of me, my drunk mind takes it upon itself to pick up the note, curiosity taking over. And didn't curiosity kill the cat? Who cares, I need to know what the note says. It could be important or something.
So, I flip the sliver of paper over and in big black letters, someone had scrawled one simple word:
DEAD
Well, duh. Of course she's dead. I don't need some note to tell me that. Whoever had written the note, really hadn't been the smartest tool in the shed, as my Dad always used to say. I untie the note from her shirt, and put it in my pocket, not really sure why I don't leave it for cops to ponder over. I have a feeling that the note is important, yet my gut is telling that I shouldn't leave it.
Suddenly, I come to realize that I still hadn't gotten anyone for help, so I push open the door and yell for someone to come over. The cops are called and I have no choice but to leave the club and don't even get a chance to think about why the hell there was a dead person in the bathroom at my 21st birthday party.
So, there's the first chapter! I know Sherlock hasn't been introduced yet, but that is sure to come in the next one. I hope you liked it and please let me know what you think! Oh and sorry it was so short, will try to make the chapters longer as I go. See you next time!! xoxo