Chapter One.
To jump or not to jump, there really is no question.
" Bye, Ms. Hudson! I'll be back by two!" I yell as I close the door, wispering a " maybe. " under my breath as I go.
I call for a cab, and get in, giving directions to the driver and lean back against the seat, just being, once again.
"Hey! We're here, pay up." The driver said rudely, but I don't care, I just smiled and payed him.
I walked out and into the pub, imeadiantly sitting in a booth in the far corner, and ordered a glass of crown and coke to start off. I didn't waste any time to finish my drink, and ordered another one, and another, and another.
This went on until I coudn't see, nor talk very clearly. I got up and payed to bill, and discoverd I couldn't walk very well either, so I staggerednout of the pub, across the street and down the road.
I think i'm going somewhere specific, but i'm not sure. I rememer the fence, the glossy black gate too. I stumble over roots and Little hills and get a better look at my surroundings.
...Shit.
I'm in the cemetary. Well, I might as well go and visit him. Sherlock, that is. His glossy black headstone lightly covered in pollen and dust. Spring is in two weeks.
I sit down on the grass and turn, my back resting on the headstone, and I speak.
" You know, Sherlock, it's really fucked up that you're dead. I mean, did you really have to go and jump? Just leave me completey by my self? what? did you think i'd find a nice girl and marry her and have a child, and then name him something like Hamish? "
My words are slurred, and I laugh silently to myself as I begin to feel tears drip off my chin and onto my hands.
" I did have a little relationship with a girl for about a month, but I couldn't take it anymore. I can't be with anyone that's not you. I'm pretty pathetic aren't I?"
I continued talking like that until I fell asleep, and drempt of when he was alive, and we'd go out and solve crimes.
_{ Time skip }_
I come to in my room. I stare at the ceiling and try to remember how I got here. I can't think of anything. I get up and go to the kitchen and make tea.
Walking into the living room, I give Sherlock his tea and sit down and drink mine, and pull out a book to read. After five minutes of realizing what just happened I spit put my tea and drop the book. I stand up fast and look at him.
...processing...processing...processing...
" Um, hello John."
"What the bloody hell?!" I screech and pull him up by his collar
" I can explain! See, what happened was when I was on the roof I had a plan, but then Moriarty. He shot himsel- oof!" I didn't care for the explaination, I punched him with all the rage I had
" I don't care you- you- you... Bloody git! You fuck nugget titty burger! I hate you!" I randomly spout nonsense, while trying to make sence.
" Do you know what you did to me? Do you know how much pain you caused, what the hell Sherlock!" I throw my hands in the air to try and make a point
" I'm sorry, John, really, but I had to stay hidden. They were going to Kill you! Damn it John! I did this for you!"
" Get out."
" John, please..."
" I said GET OUT!"
" NO." He grabbed my hands and glared at me, making eye contact the whole time, daring me to say another word.
(A/N) and that's it for today folks! Should I continue? I wrote that last part and then my brain just went " nope, no more inspiration! Writers block for you, haha, in the middle of a fight too!" soo... sorry lol .