Sherlock looked out of the window, in dismay. It was pouring with rain, and all he wanted to do was investigate why his neighbour was never out of his house, and where his wife was. Sherlock never saw her anymore. Being 10 years old, doing nothing in his old, abandoned home made him feel lonely. His mother expected him to play with Mycroft, his brother. Mycroft was always so mean to Sherlock, he would always push him to the ground and call him a freak. Sherlock wished his brother was nicer to him, but he never told his mother what was going on. He couldn't risk getting beaten up by his brother. Sherlock gazed longinly at the swing, which was drenched in water. He was wondering where his best friend, John, was. John and Sherlock had been friends for almost a year, and they did everything together.
And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood. And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down. And in this pool of blood, and as we're falling down, I'll see your eyes. And in this pool of blood,I'll meet your eyes. I mean this, forever..
"I was so alone, and.. And I owe you so much. Oh, there's one more thing, one more miracle,Sherlock,for me. Don't be dead.."
John was staring down at Sherlock's grave, holding back tears. Knowing that life wouldn't be the same without him. John broke down into tears, thinking about his only friend.
Do or die, you'll never make me. Because the world, will never take my heart. Though you try, you'll never break me. We want it all, we wanna play this part. Won't explain or say I'm sorry,I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar. Give a cheer for all the broken. Listen here, because it's who we are...
Sherlock was standing behind a tree, staring at John's tear stained face. He knew that when he returned, their relationship would not be the same again.