This ia a really sad Fic. What eould happen if Mycroft was not aware that 'The Fall' was fake. Attempted Suicide!!! Lovely.
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I stared at the headline horrified: "Famous Detective, Sherlock Holmes, suicide."
Tears filled my eyes. No. It could not be true. The tears began to overflow. Sherlock. I screamed in emotional agony, so much more potent than its physical counterpart. My whole body vibrated with anger, he was not, could not be. My whole life crashed down around my ears. Dead.
A sudden surge of violent fury filled me. This was not at him, nor at Moriarty. No, this was at myself, for not protecting him, for not saving him, for letting our petty fued get so out of hand. I dived towards my desk, grabbing the handle of the blade. Before anyone else could find me, I slashed. The pain was too much, I blacked out.
When I awoke, it was to the steady bleab of my pulse. In hospital. The doctor said that I would survive, and that I would be in intensive therapy until mentally sound. He then tentatively asked if I'd been put under any unusual stress recently, like I had not attempted-and almost succeeded- to take my own life.
"Do you read the papers, Doctor. If you do then you should know. I lost. It was a game, I drew the short straw. Yet I didn't stop."
I silently vowed that they may have stopped me this time but one day, I will join him.