CHAPTER 3
I look up to a familiar face. Molly. She has a spare key from all the times she has visited and I refused to move.
"I had to check on you, I know you must be confused but…" I interrupt her before she can say another word.
"Confused? CONFUSED?" I jump up from the floor "He is supposed to be dead. He should have told me that he was alive"
"But…" Molly insists.
"NO! He shouldn't have don't that!"
"But…"
"BUT WHAT?" Molly doesn't speak for a while, she only stares. I realise what I've done and quickly apologise.
Molly explains Sherlock's situation; Moriarty, the threats, the escape. I just sit there and stare, mesmerised by the words coming from her mouth. I do feel slightly bad for shouting at him now. I feel like an idiot, it was a bloody clever plan anyway, but it always would be wouldn't it? It's Sherlock… Of course it would be. Maybe I should go and apologise, he was trying to save me after all, but I will never be the same from now on. It's just that I can't help thinking that it was just another experiment on me like when he pretended that I was in the same room as that hound.
"… that's why he couldn't tell you John. He loves you." It's weird to hear her say that. This was the person who you could obviously see had a crush on Sherlock once but now it is like she has forgotten every other feeling towards him apart from friendship. Sherlock loves me, and I love Sherlock and she knows that.
I stand up, nod at her and say thank you. I head towards the door knowing not what to say, but what to do.
As I arrive at the house, a cold breath of air tickles my neck, like the world has been drained of happiness.
I knock on the door and a red faced Mrs Hudson opens it. You can see the tear lines on her cheeks she has obviously been crying at the fact that Sherlock is alive.
"JOHN! Come quickly!" her voice in panic "Sherlocks had a breakdown. He destroyed the everything and ran to his room like a child. God only knows what kind of suicide options he has in there…" But before she can finish, I am leaping up the steps as fast as I can, fear filling my body. When I open the door I realise that Mrs. Hudson was right, he HAS destroyed everything and not just a couple of gunshots to the wall this time. It's like a bomb has been detonated in here. He has ripped the wallpaper from the wall, pulled all the books off the shelves, flipped the table, thrown the science equipment at the wall, and smashed his skull photo into tiny pieces.
I run to his room and it's unlocked so where is he?
"SHERLOCK! SHERLOCK!" My heart is pounding in my chest so hard. I mean, I only just got him back but the thought of losing him again terrifies me.
He isn't here… not in my room. Where? I frantically ring his phone number, I have kept it in my phone forever just that I could have the reassurance that he may one day text me… or not.
He doesn't pick up until the very last second.
"SHERLOCK! Sherlock where are you?"
"I'm on the roof."
No. Not again. Not like this.