I felt like everything was gone once he was gone. Depression had come over me like a strange darkness. Everything felt so difficult, until I met her.
"It's been only about a year now, but I'm still here, in the rain, at your tombstone." I said as tears stream down my face, like two angry rivers. "Why? Why are you gone?" Forming fists in my hands, I get up trying not scream. Then finally, I let out a weird sound. That sounds anger, with just a touch of sadness. I punch the tombstone with all my might. Blood pouring down Sherlock's name, as the rain gets heavier and heavier.
I then fell a gentle hand get put on my shoulder. I turn around to see a beautiful lady, about my age, with a lovely bright blue dress.
"Are you quite alright?" She said looking at me then at my bloody hand.
"Not really." I said with a little laugh, while wiping my tears away. "Do you have like a bandage or anything?" I said getting up, holding the bloody fist.
"No, not with me. But I might have some at my house." She said moving closer, looking at my wound. "May I see it?" Grabbing my hand inspecting it.
I look at her and move closer to her. "So what do you think, Doc?" I ask jokingly.
"Well my name is Mary, not Doc. And I think I might have something my car to take care of your wound." She said looking back at my face, giving me a smile. "Now, why don't we get that wound covered up?" She then grabbed my other hand, and pulled me over to a little blue car (that matched her lovely dress). I opened the driver door for Mary to get in, and I then ran over to the other door and got in the very clean and proper car.
"So why are you being so kind to me?" I asked as she rummaged through her purse for any type of bandage.
"Because I guess I just am." she giggled as she shrugged. "So, who was the person you were so upset about?"
"Oh, uh." I looked down at my feet with frustration. "He was a good friend of mine." I said as I looked back up into her eyes.
"Oh, I'm very sorry." An awkward pause came onto the conversation. I looked away, as she still looked through her gigantic purse. "Ah ha!" She yelled victoriously (nearly scaring the living daylights out of me), and pulled out a little medical kit. "I finally found it! Now, let me see your hand." She said as she gently grabbed my hand and started to examine it again.
"Thank you for, well you know, helping me. I really appreciate it." I sat and began to look into her deep sea blue eyes.
"Oh, it's fine." She looked up at me as well and gave me a gentle smile.
"No, I mean." I put my other on top of her hand. "No one has ever cared for me like this since he had died." She took another look at me. This time her face had a different kind of expression. An expression that lookedf compasion and kindness. I know that I meant her five minutes ago at that time, but I had a feeling that I was in love with her.
"I'm just glad I helped" She smiled and then after a minute or so of us talking about our lives, she began to finish her binding of my hand.
"So, um you have a boyfriend or anything?" I said as I tried not to wince from her manhandling my wound.
"Oh, no. I'm mostly alone. I mean I'm not all entirily alone. Sometimes I get a date, but- . You know what I mean." She said blushing a bright red color.
"I understand." I looked at my bandage as she finished then looked up at her. "Thank you so much."
"Oh it's nothing." She said still blushing.
"Now I think I must go."
"Wait!" She practically yelled as I was about to exit the pretty blue car. "I want to give you my number" Mary began to quickly sketch down numbers on an old paper with an bright pink pen. When she was finished she told me to take care of my bloody fist and to call her.
Since that rainy day in that blue car, I cannot think of a day that I did not think of her. Mary was my medication, my remedy for my depression. I will always love her.