John pov

John was horrified as he saw the state Sherlock was in as he limped into the classroom. He was covered in bruises and cuts. He had a split lip and his left eye was swallow shut. This was bad, very bad.

"Sherlock?! What happened?"

"Nothing, I'm fine. I just got in a fight while I was walking home."

"I can tell you're lying. Tell me what happen!" John yelled, loosing his patience.

"Please John. You're causing a scene. We'll talk about it later."

John knew Sherlock was right. If this was a serious case, he didn't want the whole school to know about it.

Half way through the morning, John was getting anxious. Sherlock on the other hand, was as calm as ever. He sat there like a statue, unmoving, no emotions. It reminded John of the person Sherlock was before they were friends.

When the bell finally rang. John went up to Sherlock and demanded for an answer for his earlier question.

"John, I um I-"

"Just spit it out."

"It was my father." "What? I thought you said he was custody."

"I lied." John chuckled without humour, "of course you did. You're the great Sherlock Holmes who won't let anyone in, who won't accept anyone. Why did I think I was different."

"I sorry."

"I thought you trust me"

"I do, I just didn't want to worry you."

"Worry me? Sherlock, why can't you just understand that you don't have to go through this alone. I'm just trying to help!" John half yelled at the taller man.

"Because alone protects! Alone is what I have. I don't need your help."

"I tried to be your friend, I really did but I'm done okay? Just leave me alone for awhile."

"Okay." Sherlock mumbled and walked away.

Sherlock pov

As soon as the conversation was over, a feeling of guilt washed over him.

This was his fault. He was the one who lied, who pushed John away. Maybe this is for the best, John deserved better people for friends. Unlike freaks like him.

Sherlock should've known. No one stays, everyone left him eventually. John was the very few who even stayed that long. Most people just have one conversation with him and walk away.

John was always there to provide comfort for Sherlock, now that he's gone, Sherlock felt a certain emptiness. It will be hard for him to move on now that he knew what it was like having a friend.

Throughout the day, John was acting completely normal, like nothing ever happened. He was with his other friends. John didn't need Sherlock like he needed him. John had other friends, Sherlock didn't.

Without John, Sherlock was completely alone. Sherlock knew he deserved it. Freaks don't have friends. Father was right. Who would want to stay with him?

He wanted to delete these emotions, to shut everything off. But the pain won't go away, always there, constantly reminding him of what a wreck he had made.

The next few days were probably the worst in his life. Father had not been kind to him. John carried on with his life, not even giving Sherlock a second glance.

Sherlock just wanted it all to stop. He just wanted all of this to be a nightmare and when he wakes up, everything will be fine.

Sherlock was more broken than ever and he don't think he'll ever be fixed again.