John waited in darkness. Mind jumbled, he not work out the truth from the lies, or the stories from memories. Like smoke they filtered through his brain. Nothing to grab onto. Nothing stayed.
He could hear voices all around him, but none was clear. As if no one was talking to him, just talking around him. When he asked questions, nobody answered.
All he had was a voice. He tried to follow it to try and find the source. But all tries were hopeless. Like catching smoke in air. He hummed as the voice repeated.
"Believe...in...Sherlock"
He believed it was a voice of a once great man, now forgotten.
There to save him from the dark. To wake him from this nightmare.
Like an angel.
He felt a terrible amount of pain. Like he had lost his very soul.
Never ending pain. But no one came. No one heard him. As he waited from someone to stop it. To save him from it.
He waited in darkness.
He waited for that miracle.
He waited for Three Years, so much has happened. Yet it is only just the beginning.