Chapter 2
Sherlock's POV:
11am Monday.
Where am I? I'm certain this isn't 221B. Have I been kidnapped... again? I looked around trying to observe where I was. The room was dark and murky. It was painted a deep red and had only the basic necessities in it.
I felt my phone charm. 15 missed messages from John. 3 missed calls. I quickly texted him back.
What do you mean you don't know? Your Sherlock Holmes! -JW
As hard as it may be to believe I don't know everything. -SH
... I knew that. -JW
Where do you think you are? -JW
What part of I don't know don't you understand? -SH
When I work it out, I'll let you know. -SH
Work it out soon. Okay? -JW
I'll try. -SH
Oh and Sherlock? -JW
Yes? -SH
TEXT ME BACK! -JW
Okay... bye John. -SH
Bye. -JW
12pm Monday.
I pace around the room anxiously trying to work out where I am. Suddenly there's a mocking voice over a loudspeaker.
"Have you worked out where you are yet?"
I rolled my eyes and kept pacing.
"Have I bested the great Sherlock Holmes?"
"No!" i yelled definitely at the mysterious mocking voice.
"Then tell me where you are."
I looked down at the ground and continued pacing. The voice laughed but didn't say anything else.
1am Tuesday.
I looked around. I could see John. John was crying. I walked over to him and realised why. He was standing in front of a tombstone... my tombstone.
"Sherlock, 3 years ago you gave me one more miracle. Please give me that miracle again. Don't be dead. Please will you do that for me?"
He then slowly walked away staring silently at the ground. Then I heard the voice behind me.
"Hello Sherlock."
I spun around trying to spot who was speaking but they were nowhere to be found.
"Silly Sherlock."
"Who are you?"
"All in good time."
The voice faded and an older John was back at the tombstone. "Please Sherlock. Please come back. I've lost everyone, even Mary. Please, if you're faking it this time, just stop. I can't take anymore of this heartbreak. Don't be dead."
John collapsed by the tombstone in tears. When he stood up he looked into my eyes. He spoke with the same voice that had been taunting me.
"You of all people should know by now that caring is not an advantage. You care so much about John Watson. One day this will happen. He'll be mourning you once again. Except this time you'll truly be dead. Nothing but a ghost watching your only friend in the world crying over you, and if you think that's the worst that will happen then you have no idea what's coming. Now I believe it's time for you to wake up. Wakey wakey Sherlock Holmes, you're not needed here anymore."
I opened my eyes. I felt myself shaking but didn't know why. Why must my transport disobey be like this? It was just a dream. John is fine, I am alive. The voice just wants to make me scared and taunt me. I will not wilt to it. I am Sherlock Holmes and no matter what I will not bend for this voice. No matter what it says or does to me.
9am Tuesday.
Sherlock? You still alive? -JW
Well obviously. I wouldn't be able to text you if I was dead. -SH
True. Lestrade says theres a case for you. -JW
Too bad I can't take it... -SH
Wait! Is my laptop in the flat? -SH
Yes. -JW
Oh. I'll have to find one. Talk to you later. -SH
Bye. -JW
5am Wednesday.
"Sherlock."
Great, just when I thought I'd be able to have a peaceful time in my mind palace the voice decides to make itself known.
"Sleep well?"
"Didn't get any actually."
"That's a shame. I think it's time you did. Tweet, tweet, time to sleep."
I felt my eyes drop closed. I tried to fight it but it's really hard to fight something if you don't even know what it is.
I saw John on the rooftop of a building. God no. John, What are you doing? Get off that building.
"You see what caring does to you Sherlock? It makes you weak. You care about John Watson."
Shut up voice. I looked up at John. Without warning I was right next to him.
"Sherlock, I'm sorry, If you really are still out there. I can't take it anymore. You'll always be my best friend, that's why I'm doing this. Goodbye Sherlock."
He spread his arms wide and jumped. I didn't watch anymore. How could I? My best and only friend had jumped off a building. The voice appeared again.
"See what your going to do to him Sherlock? Try to get back to your John and see if you can avoid this fate. Can Sherlock Holmes defy destiny? Or is he doomed to watch everyone he cares about die?"
