A/N: So on Tumblr (jamesmorihearty if you want to follow me ;) ) I am part of the Partying Shernanigans. The first prompt was anything involving our team mascot (mine was Henry Knight) and any other character from Sherlock. This is what I came up with, and I will try to keep updating as regularly as I can.
Those of you who have read my other fics, I would like to apologise for not updating. I kind of had some personal problems going on (still do) but I hope that the Shernanigans will get me back into writing.
Anyway, enjoy!
Molly and Henry had been seeing each other for a couple months now, but had decided to take things slow – what with having to travel from London to Devon all the time. For their fist date Henry took Molly out for a picnic on the Saunton Sands beach in Braunton. It was a Saturday in June; and the smouldering heat was matched only by the swift cool breeze. They walked along the beach, then back into the sand dunes. After they had found the perfect dune with just the right amount of shade; they unpacked the sandwiches Henry had made the night before. It was perfect.
Or it should have been.
For their second date, Molly took Henry out around London. They met in a coffee shop then went for a walk through the parks. They passed people walking their dogs, young couples hiding in the shade, and even past a family where a toddler was taking their first steps. They eventually came to a childrens play area, but as the sun was setting there were no kids about. Henry pushed Molly on the swing, and they went down the slide together. It was spectacular.
Or it should have been.
For their one month anniversary Henry took Molly out to a fancy restaurant, and they sat in the corner giggling like children. When the some what too flirtatious waitress brought them their meals, Molly heard her mutter under her breath something about Henry being too good for her; and Henry spent the rest of the night telling her just how amazing she was. They walked through the streets of London, and Henry left Molly at her doorstep with a good night kiss. It was breathtaking.
Or it should have been.
You see, Henry had a secret. A secret no one knew about. Every night, when he got home from work or a date with Molly; he would remember. He'd remember his mother; and how she was so cruelly taken from him at such a young age. He'd remember his father and how he witnessed him being torn apart by a savage beast whilst he just stood there. He remembered when the first girl he ever asked out stood him up at the school dance. He remembered the boys in the year above who shoved him at school, and called him names. He remembered all he times he messed up, all the times he went wrong. He'd remember all the times he failed.
It was these thoughts that swarmed his mind every time he picked up that razor. It was these thoughts that clouded his vision as the blood dripped. It was these thoughts that were killing him. So here he was on a cold dark stormy day; picking up his old friend. As his mind got corrupted with these thoughts all he could do was pray it would soon be over. He made the first cut, hands shaking. He made the second cut, lip trembling. The third, fourth, fifth until he saw red. All red. Just red. And then nothing.