I shut myself in my new downstairs bedroom, and wheeled myself to my desk. I pulled out some paper, and began to write.

Dearest Mother

I'm so sorry I kept this from you, and I know this isn't the way you would have wanted to hear it. The bullying at school and in public has gotten too much for me. I can't cope anymore.

I know you would say this is a coward's way out, but I haven't really got another choice. I'm never going to walk again. I'm never going to run. I'm never going to be myself again.

I'm so sorry, Mother. But this is goodbye.

So goodbye, Mother. Remember I always loved you.

Sherlock x

I paused, and pulled another piece of paper towards me. They deserved to know the truth, both of them.

Mycroft,

You always said I was an idiot. Well, you were right.

I am an idiot. An idiot never to have told you how much I cared for you, or how much you meant to me as a brother. I hope you don't think what I have done is idiotic. I hope you understand it was really the only choice I had left. I can't control my own life now. But I can control how it ends.

I'm sorry, Mycroft. For not telling you how amazing you were, or how miserable I felt.

One last thing, though, for me, please?

Look after Mother.

Love from your brother,

Sherlock

I re-read the two notes, and sighed. I was about to turn away, when I thought of someone else I hadn't apologized to. I pulled out a third sheet of paper, and began to write.

After finishing the three notes, I sealed them in separate envelopes, and wrote the names on the envelopes. I left them on my desk in plain view, and then wheeled myself to the bed. I pulled myself out, and took out the bottle of pills again, reading the label. Anymore than two in twenty four hours was an overdose because of how strong they were. I opened the bottle, and tipped the last four pills onto my hand. One would usually send me to sleep for a few hours, and I usually only took them when I was having trouble sleeping. But I wanted to sleep a lot longer than a couple of hours. I held the pills in my hand, and looked at my desk, where there was the framed photo of me and John, my best and only friend, given to me on my birthday. I sighed. "Goodbye John" I whispered, and swallowed the pills. They instantly made me drowsy, and I lay down, my head on the pillows.

And closed my eyes.