A/N: This was written for my english class originally. I hope you enjoy. Wether or not this stays a oneshot will depend on your response... Hope you like.
Time passes so slowly now. I watch as the seconds tick by. Tick tock, tick tock. Sometimes I feel as if the world has left me behind. The world is still turning. The hours are still passing. Tick tock, tick tock.
I feel like the light and happiness has walked out of me. I have been left alone by the world. No one can help me. I feel like ending it all, but I know better. Hurting myself is one thing, but hurting them... that's a whole different story.
Why did this have to happen? Why couldn't we just be happy? Why does something always go wrong?
The lights flicker on and off reminding me of life. Life is sort of like a light bulb. One moment it's on and everything is perfect, the next it's off and you're trapped in an never ending sea of darkness. Somedays the light is on and others it's off.
A strong gust of wind blows the window open. The cold air rushes in, embracing me. I know I should get up and shut the window, but I don't have the strength. Getting up will mean I have to face the world. I'm not ready for that yet.
I hear a knock at the door. I know that it'll open regardless of what I say. Sure enough the door opens revealing John. He comes over and tries to persuade me to come out, get back to normal. He doesn't understand.
I block everything else out and listen to his voice. I don't hear the words just his voice. I know that eventually he'll leave, because in the end everyone has to leave sometime. The only difference with him is that I know he'll be back.
"Get well soon, Sherlock."
After all we've been through he still cares. I can't tell if that makes me feel happy or heartbroken. I just don't feel theres a way out. How long will he want to hang around his sad depressed flatmate before he gives up? I just don't know.
The world is just too much right now. The light is so bright it blurs my vision. The wind is louder than the arguments I had with him. The room reeks of the smell of tears on dust. I can see as the dust piles higher, as the wind blows louder and as the rain falls harder. The rain isn't just confined to outside. I feel it all around me. It's clouding over my once clear soul. I see it all around me, it's like I have my own personal raincloud.
I watch as the rain trickles down the glass. It's falling into enemy hands. Deep down I know that I am the raindrop on the glass. I listen to the wind pound against the window. I was once that pounding wind, an unbeatable force free from the shackles of life.
How did I become this? I was once the wind swirling through the air, now I'm a raindrop falling to the earth.
All I can do is attempt to fight this depression threatening to overpower me. I look outside at the wind and the rain. I feel a smile begin to grow on my face for the first time in ages, because I remember deep down that no matter what there is always hope.