This is written to the song Believe by Skillet. I own neither it nor Sherlock.


It's been exactly 7 days, 4 hours, 53 minutes, and 5 seconds since you left and I'm still sitting at the couch where you left me. I've eaten, obviously, you would get mad at me if I didn't, but I haven't done anything. I even refused a rather interesting case that Lestrade came to ask my help on. It took him 6 days, 3 hours, 41 minutes, and 59 seconds to finish when I would have finished it much sooner. At least I would have, before…

John, you shouldn't have left me. I can't think without you here. I don't understand. I was a perfectly fine sociopath before I met you, but you turned my whole world upside down and then you just left me. Sally was right from the beginning. We never should have been together. We ruined one another. You made it so that I can't think about anything other than you when you're away and I made it so that…

You need to come back John. You shouldn't have left my side from the beginning. You're my blogger. You're my doctor. I'd be lost without you. I am lost without you. You shouldn't have left me. You should have known that I…

It's now been exactly 7 days, 4 hours, 54 minutes, and 10 seconds and you still haven't returned to me. What do you want me to do to make you come back to me? Just tell me. I'll do anything. I'll go get the milk even though I despise it. I'll make you as much tea as you require even though I have practically no clue how to do that. I'll learn about the galaxy even though that is absolutely unimportant to me and my job. I'll make sure to always know who the prime minister is even though that's not really my area. I'll sit and watch movies with you even though I hate to sit still. I'll stop insulting you even though that is like telling me to stop breathing. Breathing is boring. All of that is boring, but I'll do it for you. I'll do anything to bring you back because I was…

You are too sensitive John. You knew from the beginning that I wasn't the type of person to stop myself from speaking. You knew from the beginning that I insult all the idiots of the world, which is practically everyone. You are slightly better than the rest of them, but I made it clear that I thought you were an idiot during our first case. Even Sally warned you about me. You knew about me and you still stayed. Why did you choose now, when I actually need your company, to leave me? What did I say this time that has made you upset enough to leave me? What did I say that was so…?

John, tell me what to do. I am lost and I am bored, but I can't seem to move. Ever since you left me 7 days, 4 hours, 54 minutes, and 59 seconds ago, I have been unable to move from this spot. Mrs. Hudson has been bringing up tea and biscuits for me to eat, but sooner or later she will stop doing that and then I will starve to death because you won't come back to me. Or maybe I should go back to my drugs. I have some hidden somewhere, but I can't remember where at the moment. When I remember, though, and if you haven't returned I will go back to them. That should make you come back to me. John, why haven't you come back to me?

It's a bit not good to be threatening you with my drug addiction. I know that you have your sister to worry about already, but I want you to come back and I am willing to do anything to make that happen. Even if it means me going back to the high of drugs. I will do it. You know I will. I am ruthless John. I will do anything to get what I want. I want you. I want you back. Just tell me what to do and I'll do it.

I'm trying John. I've been sitting here for exactly 7 days, 4 hours, 56 minutes, and 1 second, but I still can't figure it out. You're always the one who tells me how to do these things. You're always the one who makes me thank someone for giving me a gift that I clearly don't want and will never use. You're always the one who demands that I apologize to some idiot who clearly deserved the insults that I threw at them. You're the one who deals with emotions like these. I don't know how.

I've been sitting here for exactly 7 days, 4 hours, 56 minutes, and 30 seconds, and I still can't figure out how to do it. I can't figure out how to tell you that I'm sorry. What I said, it was…

I can't do it John. Every time that I try to say it, it keeps being lost in my mind. How am I supposed to do this? How am I supposed to apologize for something that I'm not even sure that I did? Of course I did it. I finally said something that drove you away, but I don't know what it is that I said. Tell me John. Tell me what I said that was so wrong.

There. I finally admitted it. I was wrong. I don't know what I did that made you so upset that you decided to leave me, but whatever it was was wrong. I was wrong to have ever said it. I've admitted it John. I've admitted everything. Please come back. You have to come back to me.

I apologized John. You're supposed to come back when I apologize. I admitted I was wrong exactly 15 seconds ago and you still haven't returned after 7 days, 4 hours, 57 minutes, and 48 seconds. Why haven't you returned?


Just to let you guys know, Sherlock isn't actually talking to John throughout this. He is thinking this all in his mind, which is why John hasn't made any sort of answer to him. When the is talking there will be quotations. Otherwise all of it is in his head.

Thank you for reading.