November 10th, 2011.
I have my blog and various Journal-like magazines for my more scientific analyses, and so I have decided to commit this journal entirely to the "happenings" of my days. Naturally I can't promise to write every day as some cases are rather pressing, but I will do my best. Now, as to the events of today.
I woke up in a rather black mood, and decided it was most likely from yesterdays quarrel with John. I'd thought the boxing I'd done would get rid of the frustration, but coming home to find half your -rather expensive- drugs gone along with your flatmate does not make for a good mood. I could only hope Lestrade would be out of his league and come to consult me. Even that didn't promise a distraction from the mundane. I tossed my covers back and reached for my bed-post, where I knew my robe was waiting for me. I did my usual wash, shave and brush routine before going to the kitchen for something to eat.
A quick glance at my phone showed three new text messages and that it was half past eight. I scrolled through my messages, noticed one from Lestrade, one from a moron with the wrong number, and one I had sent myself on accident. Nothing from John, yet. I opened the one from Lestrade which asked if he could come by after ten. I quickly texted back that yes, he could. The wrong number asked if I would like to stop by once their wife left. I responded that I'd rather not, but if he'd like me to I'm sure I could oblige. I chuckled a little as I sent it. The message from myself was just a jumble of letters, so I deleted it.
Walking over to the cupboard, I noticed it was quite empty. I thought then that it didn't bother me nearly as much as it seemed to bother John. I went to the fridge and found a not to disturbing box of leftover chinese and decided that was as good a breakfast as any. I rolled my eyes as I thought of what John would say. At least I was eating, right?
John this, John that. I decided to take him out of my mind for the moment and read the paper, trying to find out what was bringing Lestrade over.
I swear it wasn't more than a few moments (yet my lying phone told me it was already half past ten!) since I'd started reading that I heard the front door open. John? The knocking on the door told me it was Lestrade. I allowed him in to the front room and heard him out. He handed me a small bag with some tobacco ashes and I quickly told him they were rather organic and most likely from a hand-rolled cigarrette. He smiled a little, obviously he'd thought as much himself, asked for a written statemenet as to how I knew that, and was soon on his way. I've already published my findings on separate types of tobacco, so I won't go in to it here.
With nothing else to do, I took my violin case from the floor, set the violin on my lap, and plucked the strings. As time went on the sounds changed from an odd frustration to a more calm tone. The violin has always been the most soothing thing to me. Then I heard footsteps on the stairs. They were light, yet taking the steps slowly. Very slowly, as though the walker was anxious. Was it John this time? I concluded that it was and looked at my phone. Four o'clock. I looked at my hands and saw the impress of the strings on my fingers. I couldn't call my phone a liar this time.
He opened the front door and I held a smile -a smile!- at bay. I looked him up and down, seeing he'd been drinking last night, slept on a rather uncomfortable surface -a couch?- and had been walking around for quite some time. "How is what's her face doing?" I asked.
He looked down, and then back at me. "Sarah? She's doing just fine." He let it go and took a seat in his armchair. A silence stretched between us for several minutes, before he began again. "I don't regret it." He told me, speaking about removing my drugs from the flat. "Whether you're using right now or not is my business-"
"How so?" I interrupted, but he completely ignored me.
"As you still pay half the rent and I need to know it's not going towards drugs," he stopped talking, assuming that was the end of that. I scoffed a little before talking.
"Like I said, I'm clean," I was about to put my violin back in her case before a thought occured to me. I held up the violin a little bit to get John's attention. "Do you have any requests?"
It looked for a moment like he was going to ask. Instead I could see he was thinking about yesterday. He got up from his chair and walked up the stairs to his bedroom.
I saw him for a brief moment when he went out for dinner, but it wasn't long before he was back in the flat, and up in his room. If I'd realized how much he would sulk, I would've kept my mouth shut.
Around 9 p.m. I recieved a text from the wrong number telling me to go ahead and come over, he was sure I would feel better once I had a drink or two. I amused myself for the rest of the night by texting the random man, then ended it by telling him I wasn't the sexy blonde in red underwear I'd said I was. I was, in fact, a rather tall man with black hair and black briefs on. The texts ceased after that.
A/N: Thank you to those of you who reviewed! :D I was trying to decide whether I should update today, or let their fight stew another day before anything happened. Obviously, I decided to update today. Don't worry, their fight will be over tomorrow, or, maybe Monday. I'm not sure if I'll be able to upload anything tomorrow. Anyway, hope you enjoyed!
