A/N : I own none of the characters used in this story.
He was done. This was the end. He was tired of it all and nobody could stop him from this.
A young John Watson sat at the edge of his bed, with a handful of sleeping pills. He was tired of sitting here waiting for something to change. His Parents were estranged; his sister was a reformed alcoholic but still dabbling with drugs. His situation at home was dreadful.
A star football player and promising future as a doctor. He put up a fake smile at school, pretended he actually liked the people there with him. He knew there were others out there with situations worse than his but...he just couldn't bring himself to go on.
He was tired. Emotionally and physically. Getting out of bed each and every fucking day, knowing he was going to be greeted by an empty hallway, with a disgusting orange tint, a repugnant sent filling it from his sister's room. His mother, standing in the kitchen smoking a cigarettes while staring blankly at a pan with burning eggs. His father tinkering in the corner of the living room with a clock.
Every damn day it was the same. Get home, make sure your parents hadn't killed each other, walk through the hall that smells like piss, take a quick peek into your sisters room and see her smoking some god knows what drug, walk to your own room only to stare blankly at the wall remembering the way things were before. As a child where everything had such rich color and your family actually knew how to speak to each other.
This was so fucking ...infuriating!
Today was the last straw. He walked home to the same scene but the only difference was that his sister had brought her girlfriend home. His mom just snapped, threw her pan of burning eggs across the kitchen and started screaming, her tears wet her face and her face was distorted in anger. You could see she was dead inside already. She may have been screaming and bawling her eyes out but there was no light in there.
John's sister too had started screaming, but in her case it was nonsense given her current state, you could tell she was still high. Their father threw his chair down and tried to separate his daughter and wife. All ending with Harry, his sister, walking out with her girlfriend, his mother collapsing on the ground and his dad grabbing his keys and storming out the house.
He was so fucking tired of all their bullshit. He just wanted it all to end.
He held up one of the small blue pills to inspect it. This, this was his ticket out of the forsaken place and nobody was stopping him from doing it. He let it fall to his palm with the other pills. Raised it to his face closed his eyes and prayed this would be the end.
A/N: Okay so I didnt mention Sherlock in this chapter but he will come out later. Uhmmm...Yeah...Just wanted this chapter to explain Johns overall future depression and what not. Hope you keep on reading :)