John's Blogs-100 Days Of Watson

by Melon Writes

"It's hard. Coping. You never know how much you'll miss them. You take them for granted while they're there. You miss them like hell when they've gone. You hope they'll come back. That they will walk through the door with that smile on their face and say that it's alright, and that it wasn't real. That it was fake." Set after Reichenbach. Hope you like it! Xxx

7. Thursday, 26th

Thursday, 26th.

There was a knock on my door earlier, dead on 10am. I looked outside but no one was there. I pushed it aside, convinced it was a wrong door, or kids messing about. Then at 11am, the same knock exactly. Again, no one outside. Then again at 12pm. And 1pm. And 2pm. By 3pm, I was a little bit fed up. I went outside five minutes before they were due to knock. I went up the next flight of stairs a little way to see them knocking, but ten minutes later, I was still on the stairs. No sign of the mysterious knocker. I went back inside, and the second I closed the door, the knock came. I flung open the door and looked into the hall. Deserted. Completely empty.

The knocks continued through to 7pm. I couldn't stand it. I grabbed my coat and left.

I had tried to make my walk last as long as possible, trying to avoid the hour, but I still only managed an hour of walking. I got to my door at 8pm. I reached the handle and was about to enter when the knock came again. From the inside of the flat. After a minute or two, I heard it again. Slightly muffled though. I went in and heard it coming from his room. I entered and found no one there. It had to be my imagination. Playing tricks as always. Or my mind playing crueler ones. Making me think he'd come back and that the impossible was actually reality. But no. It was just fantasy. I still haven't worked out what the knocks were. They went after I left his room. It was back to lonely old John Watson in his empty little flat. With no visitors. Change would be a nice visitor.

John.