Chapter 1

Sherlock's POV

I sat down on the little sofa that sat in the middle of house living room. I slumped down into the cushions, curving my back and pulling my knees up to my chest, hugging my legs. I had gone through many different types of positions on the chair in an attempt to get comfy, but this one seemed to be the most relaxing. So I sat there like that for a few seconds before changing again. I was so bored!

I ran my hand throw my thick, curly brown hair and sighing deeply, the boredom was starting to take control, sending me insane. Most cases had run dry, ending in something so stupid that I couldn't allow my intelligence to be wasted on them anymore. Well either that or the endless moaning of people entering my house crying about lovers cheating on them, which in all honest opinion I didn't care about. If they didn't trust them why was they with them? See these stupid questions where starting to fill my head and well they really need to be deleted!

Groaning loudly I dragged myself out of my chair and made my way slowly to the kitchen. I hadn't eaten in 2 days and well my figure was starting get skinnier and skinner, even the press had picked up on it. DELETE SHERLOCK! This had been happening a lot recently. Stuff I didn't care about consuming my brain, begging for attention. Normally I ignored it or deleted it, but now that I had nothing else to think about, it was the only thing I could think about. And well it was rather annoying. The skinny thing in the paper even made me start to feel a little self conscious. A feeling I didn't know I was capable of experiencing. And well here I was nibbling on a sandwich that tasted like shit, yet I was determined to finish it completely in a desperate act to gain some weight.

I chewed it slowly, swallowing hard and shaking slightly at the after taste, which for some reason stayed in my mouth. I hated cheese! Why did I make a cheese sandwich? I couldn't even be bothered answering my own question, the taste that hung in my mouth was to over powering for me to question anything at this moment in time. I wasn't that long till I had finished to sandwich from hell and quickly grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down quickly. That helped a little I suppose.

Eating done. Now what else could I distract my brain with? I could play chess with myself again? No it's boring not having an opponent to vs. Something else Sherlock! How to ordinary people entertain themselves it must be so boring for them. I had asked that question may times in the past week, I mean I could ask John but in all fairness his life hasn't been as boring as you would expect for an ordinary person. I mean he has me doesn't he!

My eyes glared across the room running over the sofa, the TV, my harpoon and then my window. The frost from outside had left a spiral pattern to form across the glass of my window and the small gushes of wind at the other side of the wall was hitting hard against the window, causing small bangs every now and then. Maybe I should take a walk? I sighed at the fact I was being ordinary, but if I had to stare at these wall any longer I would start shooting them... again.

I ran into the living room grabbing my jacket that laid on the arm of my chair, and putting it on as quickly as I could. I turned up the collar on my jacket and wandered over to where my shoes where putting them on and making my way to the door. I grabbed the door knob turning it slowly, and pushing the door gently so it flung open suddenly, making me jump a little. Running down the stairs of my flat I finally made it to the front door, and pushed it open allowing the cool air to flood the house.

Sprinkles of snow settled on the ground outside like a white blanket filling the street. Footsteps ruined most of the clear white snow, but I wasn't that bothered there was a little bit darkness in every beautiful thing. I wrapped my coat around me in a desperate attempted to keep myself warm, but the coldness still hit me sending shivers down my spine. Maybe coming for a walk wasn't the best idea. Oh well you're out now Sherlock, might as well explore the area you live instead of running past it all.

I headed down the street walking past some of the ordinary people. A young woman with her arm wrapped round a tall man with short, spiky hair walked past me, and I couldn't help myself. Woman young mid twenties name begins with B, the necklace around her neck. Small tan no dots just been away on holiday, not with them man though no he is pale, white nearly! No she has been with someone else another man maybe her hand his placed on the man's back, she isn't comfortable to touch him this is her safe bet. Her skin tone is however is slightly lighter around the neck, foundation maybe? Hiding something, am guessing a love bite! Sooo she is cheating. They both walked off before I could deduct anything else.

My feet started to lead my off to a small ally way. I gulped softly trying to see but it was too dark to make anything out. I frowned I hated that. Suddenly footsteps began to draw closer towards me, I spun round on the heel of my foot to see an short man with short choppy brown hair staring me in the face. He scowled at me trying to push past, I shoved him back wards ready to question him. He was a drug dealer. That wasn't hard to suspect, the rundown appearance of his face with dark circles hiding under his eyes, but smart clothes so he gets a fair share of money, his hand dug deeply in his pockets as if he is holding something. And the smell of weed was also a massive give away!

"What do you want?" He grunted shoving his hands further in his pockets. Wait what did I want? I had no reason to stop him, I just did. I thought for a second but was soon cut short of thinking when he sprung another question on me.

"Are you looking for you know" he pulled out some tablets from his pocket, keeping them at the side of him and looking at me waiting anxiously for a response. I looked down at the tablets and thought for a second.

No! You don't Sherlock!

John would kill you! But he's away visiting his brother harry.

Mycroft would kill you! Since when have you cared what Mycroft thought?

Molly would kill you! What she doesn't know can't hurt her.

You would be taken off your cases! There's is not cases to do.

It was so boring recently I needed something to distract myself, something powerful that gave me a good kick! It always worked before made me relax more feel better about myself, maybe just once wouldn't hurt, would it? What if they all found out? The few friends you have may not be your friends anymore. But how would they find out? They wouldn't! Would they?

It was too late I took the drugs off the man and shoved them into my coat pocket giving him money in return. A dirty smirk ran across his face as he thanked me and walked off down into the ally way allowing the dark to swallowing him whole.

What have you done Sherlock!?