Suprise! I don't own Sherlock!Trigger warnings: Suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts and self-harm
He was all I had, before him, I had no one and I was content with that. I would've lived my life satisfied. Then I let my guard down. I let him in. This is my fault. I should have never gotten close to him. I should have seen right thourgh him, but I didn't. Why? Because love is a drug. The most addictive thing in the world. Once you've had a taste, all reason flies out the window and losing it... Leads to withdrawals. It leads to where I am, on the bathroom floor, blade to my wrist, pushing hard, slicing upwards.
Tears stream from my eyes, I think of his smile and just that almost made me stop in my tracks. It was a lie. It all was. That's why I'm doing this. I see the crimson blood pooling, I move to my other arm quickly, attempting to focus on anything except the pain. The blade most almost my elbow. My vision was dimming due too loss of blood. What was the medical term medical term? exsanguination I believe? Normal me would've known, but I'm not me. I'm a holo shell. It'll be over soon. Then I hear it. Rapid pattering foot steps advancing up the stairs and my brother screaching my name in a panic. He caused this and now he can't fix it. A knock a the restroom door turned into a consistant banging. Just as the door gave out, my vision went black and my boby went limp.
Short, but sweet first chapter! Maybe not so sweet... Don't worry about it though, it's going to be okay.