A/N: Hello, Lovelies! This is Lizzie and I just wanted to tell you a bit about this story so you are prepared. This is my second fanfiction ever. My first: "Back from the Dead, But not Alive" can be found on my profile. It is also a Sherlock fic, so if you want to go take a look. I was inspired with this idea through my own ramblings and a collection of other fics. This fic will center around John and Sherlock after Sherlock is brutally assaulted there friendship will be tested (This will remain a bromance. No slash. I will eventually make a slash fic.) and Sherlock has battles with his inner demons on the subjects of his sexuality, addiction and overall being. This is rated M. Warnings for descriptions of violence, rape (Not extremely detailed), drug abuse, domestic abuse, self harm and suicidal thoughts. I warned you. So read and review if you wish! I always appreciate feedback of any kind. And if you ever have a prompt that you wish for me to write, just PM me and I will be happy to.
Thank you all! ~Lizzie
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John had just returned from shopping for all the groceries that had been in need of replacement since Sherlock had used practically everything they had for an experiment on a decomposing pig fetus and the effects different substances of varying amounts of proteins has on the unborn flesh.
John had tried to ignore the smell so finally having an excuse to leave to fetch the groceries and some cleaning supplies to freshen up the flat he returned home much happier than when he left. So with 5 bags of groceries in each hand he trudged up the stairs of 221B and fumbled his way inside to be greeted with the same mess he left with.
And among the collection of files, encyclopedias, maps, sheet music empty and filled, empty bullet casings, his gun, Sherlock's robe and a pile of green God knows what squished into the carpet. John found no sign of his Consulting Detective.
"Uhg, Sherlock! I thought I told you to clean this mess up! Please, it is starting to get out of hand!" John huffed as he dropped the bags on the counter and began unpacking. In fact, things had been out of hand for two weeks now, but John had finally became fed up with the constant untidiness of their flat.
THEIR. FLAT.
They were sharing. Which means they both needed to keep up on it. John did his part. But did Sherlock do his?
No.
"I would really appreciate some assistance putting these away! Considering you used up all of it last time, and then I bought it, brought it home and am unpacking it. Alone!" John decided to drop it since Sherlock wasn't probably even listening.
And after ten minutes of finally getting everything unpacked and put away John became a little anxious since he had not heard a sound from his flatmate.
"Sher? You home?!" He was for his coat was hanging on the rack and he never went anywhere without it.
"Sherlock, Look, I am not mad. But I could really use some assistance in keeping our flat neat."
No answer. No sound.
John approached Sherlock's closed door and knocked gently.
"Sherlock? Are you asleep?"
Oh, John now wished Sherlock had just been sleeping.
He knocked a little harder and this time he heard a reply.
A low painful moan, barely audible and barely comprehensible.
But John had heard it, a single drawn out groan muffled by the closed door.
"John-"
The Soldier stiffened and then grabbed the handle of the unlocked door and stepped inside the dark room to be met with a sight worse than any in Afghanistan.
Sherlock lay sprawled naked and bloody on the floor crying silently and ceaselessly as he tried to cover his nudity with trembling hands. John could count at least half a dozen stab marks littering his legs and back, all of them bleeding sluggishly onto the carpet that was already sopping with the crimson juice. The sheets had been ripped from the mattress which was now bare and covered in more blood, a clear sign of a struggle. Sherlock weakly lifted his head to look at John with such terror, pain and humiliation that John began to cry as he rushed over to aid his only friend who uttered a single choked word.
"-Help."
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. It sucked, I know. Sorry. There will be more if you request it. If not. meh. Please tell me what you think and if I should continue it? Thanks!
~Lizzie