(Trigger Warning) Your muse finds my muse in the shower, shaking and bleeding after being raped. (Trigger Warning)
The rustling of water continues an yet Sherlock lay on the ground, with his curls covering his eyes. Blood due to the forced intrusion being washed away as the water continued to pour.
His shirt was the only clothing that remained which was now soaking wet as he was left behind by his assailant. His trousers and pants has been discarded and long forgotten, also soaking wet due to the water coming from the shower. He had no strength, as if everything including that had taken away from him. He never realized anyone would go so low such as this.
Deep pain was screaming on his chest, wanting to come out and cry but everything remained silent from the cubicle he occupied. The only thing one would hear was the sound of water, hitting his clothes, hitting him.
His eyes remained blank, but his mind tortured him as the memory of what just happened played inside his head. The sudden attack causing his head to ring as he hit his head against the wall, unable to make any struggle, the blindfold, the hands on his body on him…
The grip on his arms tightened making his knuckles white as he tried to brush it off. He should be moving… but he doesn’t have the strength to get up or even to move away. In fact, all he wanted to happen right now was to stay there in the shower, with the water washing off the filthiness he just experienced…the memories…everything.
He wanted to wash everything away.
If only John didn’t see him as he drew the curtain open, his face showed surprise and that’s the time the emotions on his eyes appeared so suddenly.
"Out. Get OUT.”
If only John didn’t see him…
Then maybe everything can be possibly forgotten.