The Awakened
Chapter 1 – What You Left
You were never ordinary, thought John whilst sitting on the floor leaning against the door outside the tightly shut door of Sherlock's bedroom. He laughed half-heartedly to himself about the sarcastic comment that Sherlock would have said by now. No, you were never ordinary, he carried on, you were always so… extraordinary. You made the people around extraordinary as well. That's why so many people never liked you, because of how you made them feel.
John paused In thinking and rubbed his hands down his face as if taking off the mask of bravery he had been wearing and let out all the pain, That's why I stayed you know, because of how you made me feel, it was as if you had brought me back to life.
He was wrenched out of his thoughts by Mrs Hudson shutting the front door. He silently got up and touched the door. As he had done for the past two weeks on the same spot. The 2 weeks since the accident.
As he walked into the living room he saw Mrs Hudson quickly clearing away the untouched breakfast she had made for him that morning.
He glanced at the newspaper headline as he sat down at the desk. "Have you seen this"? He asked her in anger. "Seen what love" She asked with a sigh, washing up various cups and plates that had been left in the kitchen sink. "The newspaper, their still going on about it, how Moriarty was all a fake and that Richard Brook is the bloody victim in all this" he said sarcastically whilst throwing the newspaper into the bin.
"Victim, they want to know who the victim was!" He shouted suddenly, Jumping out of his chair in anger and storming to the window to look out. As he stood there he looked out at all the normal people, walking along in their normal lives and just for a second John felt jealous, jealous of them and how they had no idea what life could bring you. It passed as sudden as it had come and he went back to feeling angry.
"Yes dear, I know but there's nothing we can do, just let them do what they want and it will pass." She said soothingly whilst looking across the room at him with worry in her eyes. "Maybe you'd like to go out, get some fresh air? You could maybe go and see that friend of yours at the hospital. Millie, Molly. Oh I'm terrible with names!" She muttered as she passed him on her way downstairs.
"You know what, that's not a bad idea, and it would be nice to see another friendly face. Yes Mrs Hudson I will go and see her." He said grabbing his jacket and heading out the door. "Good for you, I'll leave you some food in the fridge!" she shouted after him.
This is perfect, he thought, it will give me the chance to sort out all the medical papers and death certificate. This was when he stopped as he realized he had started thinking about sorting things out when all he wanted to do was remember, He zipped up his jacket and opened the door. As he stepped out the door a taxi went past, he hailed it and stepped in, as he sat down he told the Driver to take him to St. Bart's Hospital.