"Go away" Sherlock growled at John.
"Sherly, dear, who on earth are you talking to?" his mother called from downstairs.
"Err no one" he replied "John get out now, I don't want you here, you make life so much harder."
John laughed "Sherlock, I'm only here because you want me to be here, if you didn't I would be gone."
"You're not there, I'm mot crazy, I'm not, I'm not" Sherlock said to himself over and over, in the hopes that his imaginary friend would leave.
"No Sherlock you're not crazy, you're just seeing things" then John changed his tone "I've already told you what will make me go away" he said indicating towards the bathroom.
"And you'll go away this time, and you won't come back?" Sherlock was desperate, this had gone on too long.
"With God as my witness, if you do this one little thing, I'll never come back" he said this with an honest look in his eyes, and Sherlock believed him.
He picked himself up off of the bed and walked towards the bathroom. He went straight for the medicine cabinet and took out two razors, rolling up his sleeve he took them to his wrist. Sherlock glanced over to John who nodded so Sherlock pushed down and dragged the razors along his thin, pale wrist.
Blood poured out and as Sherlock's arm began to go numb, John started to fade away. "Thankyou" Sherlock whispered before he slid down the wall he was leaning against.
"Sherlock you have a visitor" she called up to him then turned to the boy in the door way "what did you say your name was?" she asked politely.
"John" he turned and ran up the stairs with a smile on his face.
Sherlock looked towards the door to his room as it slowly unlocked, and in strolled John "You didn't think I would go away that easily" he said with a broad grin on his face.
He inched towards Sherlock "no, please go away, you said you would go away" he had now begun to cry.
"I lied"