"Don't Sherlock, please god don't. SHERLOCK!"
Journal entry 1
It's been twenty seven days and six hours since…since Sher –since my best friend died. I am reminded of him every second of every minute. The spray painted yellow smiley face taunting me as I write, always smiling as if everything is ok. My therapist said writing about it will help since I can't get myself to speak of him aloud, hence this journal entry.
My nightmares are back.
I am in Afghanistan, and as I run through a fire fight to get to the wounded I see my best friend on top of a building. I yell on top of my lungs for him to stop. I am shot, the world goes silent, and then he falls.
Night after night the same dream, or varying versions of it.
I feel as if my world has stopped, yet everyone around me is still moving. I move with them, dragging my feel along like sandbags. I know I have to keep going but I don't know how. So I just move with the crowds until hopefully one day it becomes normal again.
There you have it journal entry one, I want to write journal entries from Johns point of view starting from the time after Sherlock's death onward. I hope you enjoyed the first one. Many more to come. Please review!