*************ALTERNATE ENDING 2***************

Sherlock understood and became frantic.

"Please, Molly!" Sherlock was screaming now. A tortured expression crossed his eyes as he grew desperate. "Anything! I'll do anything! I know what it feels like, I've been in your shoes! I beg of you, please STEP BACK FROM THE LEDGE!"

"Nothing is going to change my mind," I told him simply. It was a blatant lie. I wanted to live more than anything, but at the same time to never have been born. It was easier to end my life than to work out every situation that caused me this horrible hollowness in me. I felt constantly empty and drained. Getting through the day was a struggle. No depressant medicine, no therapist or doctor, nothing was capable of curing me. So I was prepared to cure myself.

"NO! I REFUSE TO LET THIS HAPPEN!" he launched himself at me, throwing me carelessly over and leaving me toppling on the rooftop.

Rage simmered under my skin. The anger boiled. "You can't keep me from doing this! It's not your choice to make!" Army crawling, I made my way once again to the edge. This time John was the one to grasp my leg.

"Come now, Molly. Please step back."

I nearly threw myself over if it wasn't for the petite man clinging to my leg. If I died, no way would I let sweet little John go down with me. I managed to shake him off, which was a pretty big deal him being in the army and all (even if he was only a doctor). My nails traced the ragged outline of the building. Three... death would come easy. Two... death would come quick. I swung my legs over the side and released my grip. One...

"NOW!" Sherlock cried into the open air. At first, I didn't understand. Sherlock threw his arms over my body and pulled me back once more, just as a rally of policemen stormed onto the rooftop. A light rain began to mist. I picked out Lestrade with his tweed jacket among the armed cops.

"Ma'am, can we please settle this away from the ledge," a young man stepped forward and bowed politely. He was my age, possibly younger, and very handsome. He seemed warm; genuine even. I wanted to get to know the lad.

This part is somewhat a blur to look back on. I remember giving in and letting the man throw a blanket over me and haul me to the lobby. They spoke to me but I didn't absorb a word. I didn't know what to feel.

I was on suicide watch for three months and fourteen days before being released. My lovely police boyfriend Alex was there to discharge me. We've been going steady ever since he towed me from my near death on the roof. Charming, kind... not Sherlock. But I've learned to move on as much as I could. Our baby is due in May. A surprise but also a blessing.

Suicide would've ended this beautiful world around me. I have no one to thank but Sherlock. Sure, he may have been a big reason why my life was hanging by a thread I was ready to cut. But he was the one to sew it up again. And for that, I'm thankful.