CHAPTER 3
"S'a good song," Lestrade said as the song from the player finished. John nodded absently; he was entranced by the singer/guitarist. His hair was just long enough to be considered shaggy, he was obviously far too skinny for his height, his cheekbones looked as if they could sliced through the thin skin of his pale face, and when he looked up, John almost flinched at his eyes. Blue and silver swirling in a storm of sadness; an underlying tone of anger, and hurt. The plain black t-shirt he wore hung loosely on his lanky frame, emphasising his slim torso. One thing that John also noticed was that he looked utterly bored. Definitely Sherlock, John thought.
The bassist started talking about who wrote the lyrics. "All but one of these songs is written by our lead guitarist, SH!"
As Sherlock looked up from his staring contest with the floor, he saw someone, who he approached and then returned to the stage with a lit cigarette. As the next song started with the bassist singing, Sherlock dropped the fag and began playing guitar again, soon joining in singing.
Pain,
without love.
Pain,
Can't get enough.
Pain,
I like it rough,
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all.
Sherlock was the only one singing during the parts not the chorus.
You're sick,
of feelin' numb,
You're not
the only one.
I'll take
you by the hand
and I'll show you world that you can understand.
This life,
is filled with hurt
when happiness,
doesn't work.
Trust me,
and take my hand.
When the lights go out,
you'll understand.
As the chorus started up again, Sherlock was playing the guitar more enthusiastically.
Pain,
without love.
Pain,
Can't get enough.
Pain,
I like it rough,
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all.
Pain,
without love.
Pain,
Can't get enough.
Pain,
I like it rough,
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all.
Sherlock's hair was bouncing as he jumped slightly with the music. John thought about the lyrics, and the fact that Sherlock wrote them. It was really sad to see all the hurt that he had gone through. I can't even imagine what he must've been like when he was alone, John thought.
Anger
and agony
are better
than misery.
Trust me
I've got a plan
When the lights go out,
you'll understand.
There were more lyrics that John absentmindedly tuned out as he watched a single tear form in Sherlock's eye. John's heart broke a little at the fact that Sherlock probably meant every word he sang. He felt that pain was better. He just wanted to feel; and pain was the only way to do that.
Pain,
without love.
Pain,
Can't get enough.
Pain,
I like it rough,
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all.
I'd rather feel
PAIN.
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