Aged 18 Years old
She stared up at me, holding my elbow. I sighed. Here we go.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" She cried, flinging my arm away.
"Just don't," I said, moving away. She stopped me, grabbing my coat. The cold wind died down but it was easy to see that there was a storm on the way. "What is it Marie?" I asked calmly.
"Drugs Sherlock," She said. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you want to die?"
"No," I muttered.
"Then what the hell are you doing?"
"I might ask you the same thing," I replied.
Marie took a step back, her blue eyes widening. "I beg your pardon?"
"Feeding information to the crooks of London?" I challenged. "Fuelling lies?"
"I'm not the one shooting up every night!"
"No you're just supplying cunts like me the stuff!"
"How dare you!" Marie shouted.
"How dare I? How dare I? You stupid little bitch!" I shouted.
Marie backed off, staring at me terrified. I realised that my hand was raised as if I was about to hit her.
"Why are you doing this?" She whispered.
I took a deep breath and pulled her forward into a close embrace. She curled under my jacket crying softly. "I don't mean to do this," She whispered. "I was asked to deliver some information and I dug myself into a hole – I can't get out of it, Sherlock. I just can't…"
"It's okay," I muttered.
Marie looked up at me. "Why are you doing this Sherlock?" She asked. "You have such a brilliant mind why are you doing this to yourself?"
Words failed me. I sighed. "I'm sorry,"
"Sherlock, please tell me," She insisted.
I pulled away and lit a cigarette taking a long drag and staring at the stars. Marie loitered behind me before tugging at my jacket. I turned to look at her, heavy hearted.
"I just," I couldn't think. "I… I get bored," I said simply.
Marie stared at me. She knew me better than anyone else and she knew when I was lying. But this was one of those times when I managed to convince her that I was telling the truth.
She put her arms around me. "Sherlock, I don't want to lose you," She whispered.
I hugged her tighter. "You're not going to lose me," I replied. "You might, if I decide to build a shrinking machine…"
I felt her laugh and I grinned. "I'd prefer an enlargement machine, dear," She said.
"For what?" I asked.
She looked up at me and grinned mischievously. "Oh," I said. "Very witty, well done,"
"C'mon, I want to go home," She said.
"Then go," I said. "I need to talk to Phil."
"What?"
"Just go,"
"What the hell do you need to talk to Phil for?"
"Don't, he's my best friend."
"No, no, best friends help you. He's destroying you." Marie argued.
"Marie don't!" I shouted. "Just go home. I'll see you there!"
Marie said nothing, she straightened her coat and adjusted her bag strap. She leaned up to kiss me on the cheek then she disappeared into the night.