I can't seem to stop writing sad fics! I might do a longer one about John dying. Please tell me how you think he should die because I can't seem to find a good way. Hopefully something slow and painful! Sorry I'm evil :)
As always I do not own any characters only the story. Please R&R!
The funeral was on Wednesday. He would have liked that. He used to always say that Wednesday was his favorite day because it meant the week was half over. Sherlock hated Wednesdays. He had thought they were useless, stranded in the middle of the week. He had never seen the point of Wednesdays.
He couldn't say that the funeral was beautiful because it wasn't. That's what people said at funerals though, wasn't it? How sorry they were for his loss, how much they had loved him, how beautiful the service had been. The comments meant nothing though. Maybe in their tiny little brains they thought it made a difference to Sherlock, thought it would fill the gaping hole he had left.
Sherlock wasn't even sure why they tried. Sherlock was a lost cause. His parents had seen it, his classmates had seen it, even Moriarty had known that there was nothing left to break. John had been the exception. John was always the exception. But he now had given up too and Sherlock was alone.
Sherlock wasn't sure where he was. He didn't care. He was just drifting, wandering through this hell that was life . Nothing hurt anymore. Hurting required caring and Sherlock was too numb to care. He was simply drifting, alone.
They said he needed to get up, to live. Sherlock couldn't live when John was dead. They brought him his violin, asked him to play, to do something, anything. They pleaded and begged but Sherlock was alone. Sherlock would always be alone.
He sat watching the days go by, days John would never get to see. Why had it been him? Why wasn't it Sherlock? They didn't understand. Sherlock was doing nothing because he couldn't do anything. That would make the pain come and Sherlock knew he wouldn't be able to stand it. They had all left him, all given up on him. Now it was time for Sherlock to do the only thing he could do:
he gave up on himself too.