Hey my name is Macy I'm xxCharmspeakerxx's friend and since she doesn't use this site anymore she's allowed me to use it so drop a review and I hope you like my story that I've written. I don't own any characters in the story by the way. Love you!
A/N I don't own the characters or the song :)
John sat in his chair writing depressing words down on a piece of paper. Sherlock was still asleep since it's three in the morning, though as much as John wanted to spoon with Sherlock, he couldn't sleep. Lately John has been getting rhythms, words and beats stuck in his head but he couldn't find out why. This occurrence really started to annoy the Doctor.
The doctor looked at the words that he had written down without knowing. Hanging, Stanger, Seem, Rope, Run, words like those. John sighed and rubbed his eyes knowing where this would go next. To his guitar. Believe it or not, John can play the guitar and the piano and he had a pretty decent voice from other people's thoughts when he sung without knowing. John used to do that a lot, sing a song without knowing until a person told him to shut the hell up or if a person told him that he had a good voice.
John took the words off the paper and started putting them into verses like song lyrics. It was a depressing song, so sad and really emotional at the same like but not emotional like you just want to cry but the emotional when you want to run outside run into a clearing and ball your eyes out type of emotional.
John grabbed the guitar that Sherlock didn't even know about. The reason why Sherlock didn't know about John's guitar is because John wanted to keep some things to himself, plus he knew that Sherlock would find out sooner or later no matter what John did to defend himself.
"Are you are you coming to the tree Are you, are you Are you, are you Are you, are you
Where they strung a man they say murdered three
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
Coming to the tree
Where the dead man called out for his love to flee.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
Coming to the tree
Where I told you to run, so we'd both be free.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
Coming to the tree
Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree"
John ripped up the piece of paper and threw his guitar to the wall, breaking the neck of his guitar. John huffed and puffed until he was calm enough to go back to bed with Sherlock again. John sat in his seat for about twelve minutes then went back and held his boyfriend tightly.
"Please don't go to the hanging tree, love." John whispered.
"Wouldn't think about it." Sherlock mumbled and nuzzled his head into John's neck. "I love you."
Three months later, John had decided to visit the hanging tree, and there he stayed there, hanging with the tree.
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