Dear Jim 1…
A Fanfiction
NOTE: I don't own any characters. Only my ideas and writing style. Also, There will probably only be four chapters and they're already written so I'll update once a day or every other day. Unbeta'd.
I hope hell isn't too boring for you. Wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable or anything down there. It's been a week since everything happened. I still find myself looking at my phone, expecting I Will Survive to play and for me to have to answer your ridiculous demands. I don't miss that. Hell, I don't miss you. I don't. I miss your money though, I need to survive somehow. You planned this out. I know you, you have to have everything planned out exactly right. So what, you couldn't have warned me? Left me some of your estate? Anything? You just had to leave me here. Alone. Well fine. And you know something? Sherlock died for John. You died for Sherlock. Are you expecting me to die for you now? It's not going to happen. I don't- I shouldn't- care. But somehow, for some reason, I do. I have better things to do, though, than mourn you. I can get a better job, a better boss, a better life.