Sherlock
The End-Revisited
"Goodbye, John." He says with a shakey voice.
I stand there, dumbstruck. The line goes dead and I can't take my eyes off of him. He spreads his arms out and leans foreward! As Sherlock falls he waves his arms and legs, as if he's trying to fly. He just keeps falling and falling. My phone slips from my hand and falls in slow motion. I run towards him, watching carefully. A cyclist stops in front of me, knocking me down. I hit the sidewalk, my vision blurring for a moment. Sherlock, Sherlock, Sherlock, is all that runs through my mind.
People are crowded around him, blocking my view. I push them away, having to struggle. The sight I see makes my knees weak, He was facedown, a pool of blood areoun him. Oh, God. Gently I roll him over and gasp. His dark hair was thickly covered in the crimson blood. His face was so covered I coulsn't see what he looked like. Automatically I reach for his wrist, checking for a pulse. I det nothing though. Doctors come out, pushing me away.
They put him on a gerney, knowing he's already gone. I don't give a damn that I was sobbing in front of a group of strangers and doctors. He had been my best friend and now he was gone. Besides being sad, I was also angry. Not at anyone except myselft. Why had I doubted hi? Why was I such an idiot!? Jesus! Lord! Was this my fault? I truly regret it.