I got bored and read some fanfics and decided to come up with one of my own. I promise this isn't something I read but if someone else has made something like this let me know. I don't want to copy someone.
Disclaimer I do not own anything here!
Molly was too tired. Too done with everything. After Sherlock had come back to life she'd been ignored. Even though she'd helped him stay alive he ignored her. She was sick of it. Now Molly was done. Molly decided it was time to go.
Of course it wasn't just him. It was also the fact that everyone she seemed to get close to was dying or evil. Her old boyfriend was a serial killer. Her dad had died. Her mom didn't seem to talk to her anymore. Anyone else she had ever loved had seemingly gone away for one reason or another.
She rolled back her sleeve and saw all of the previous scars from the past cuts she had made. She traced a couple of them sighing. "This is the end." she said quietly. She took out the blade she had used so many times before. She cleaned it one last time. She'd been planning this for a while actually. She had written a long note to everyone. To Greg, John, and Sherlock.
Molly smiled sadly. Then she heard the phone ring. It was Sherlock.
"Hello Molly." he said.
"Hello. What do you want know this isn't a good time!"
"Oh I was wondering if I could get some samples from the lab."
Molly sighed a bit. She knew that she wouldn't ever go back there again. Hoping that she didn't show any signs during the whole conversation she muttered quietly. "I don't know. I'm not going to be there in a while. Maybe later."
That set warning alarms in Sherlock's head. She never refused and she rarely ever took a vacation.
Molly hung up on the phone. She went back to her job. Molly took the blade in her hand and started to slit her own throat. All the voices in her head were going off at once. You deserve to die. Nobody would ever love you. Why don't you just do us all a favor and kill yourself? "Shut up!" she screamed. She was sobbing helplessly. She heard Sherlock banging on her door. It's not supposed to happen like this. She thought to herself. He broke down the door.
Molly stabbed herself in the stomach in that very instant.
She vaguely heard Sherlock screaming at her in the background. He tried to stop the bleeding. "Why did you have to do this Molly?" he asked quietly.
She wanted to speak. She wanted to comfort him but she could hardly even speak. Molly managed to say final words. "I'm sorry." she choked out.
She died a minute after. An ambulance came later but there was nothing that could be done.