Monday; 7:59 PM
You won't be hearing much from me anymore, readers. Well, nothing exciting at least. Today, the worst happened. My best friend, Sherlock Holmes, died. I don't know what happened, but I do know one thing: I believe in him. And I encourage you to do the same.
I believe in Sherlock.
Thursday; 4:00 PM
I didn't do anything today; I sat here in the empty flat and stared at the smiley face on the wall all day. I don't understand how it can keep smiling, when it's so quiet in here. Mrs. Hudson tried to get me to eat something, but I'm not hungry.
There's a violin on the couch next to me. Untouched.
Saturday; 7:36 PM
Mrs. Hudson and I visited his grave today. I got mad, because I doubt he's dead. You hear that Sherlock? I know you're out there….. please.
Tuesday; 3:05 AM
I can't sleep. You don't realize how much the absence of the noise of a hand gun being unloaded into the wall can affect your sleep. And I used to complain about the noise. Sherlock? Come back, and you can fire off pistols all night. If you want.
Your violin is here, too.
Sunday; 5:48 PM
I came home to find that Mrs. Hudson had the smiley face papered over in the living room. I tore the paper off again. Sherlock doesn't like it when the order is disturbed.
Wednesday; 3:15 PM
I went to the Doctor today. He says if I don't eat more, I'll be in trouble.
Hear that, Sherlock? You're killing me…
Monday; 6:07 PM
Mrs. Hudson forced me to take a walk with her today. She said if I didn't, she'd call the hospital. She's been threatening me with that for a long time now.
I won't go.
Friday; 7:54 PM
Everyone says it's time to move on, but I refuse. Sherlock, if you're out there, come back. Or I swear to god, I'll do something irrational.
Saturday; 8:54 PM
I did something irrational. I tried to sell the violin.
I ended up having to buy it back from a little 9 year-old girl, who was a fan of Sherlock's, and a talented musician. I couldn't give it up, and it cost me $200.
Thursday; 9:00 PM
I'm in the hospital. I fainted in the apartment, and they won't let me go until I've had food and a good night's sleep. At my request, the doctor played a CD of violin music.
I slept well.
Friday; 1:07 PM
I was released from the hospital today, and went back to the flat. I'm icing my hand now, because, today, I punched my best friend in the face.
Welcome home, you bastard.