Sherlock came back from yet another day of getting bullied. The only thing he could look forward to is seeing Redbeard again. He doesn't call Sherlock a freak or machine. He loves Sherlock and plays pirate with him everyday.
"Redbeard! I'm back!" Sherlock yelled as he walked into the house. There was an eerie silence. Strange. Redbeard always comes when I call. Maybe he's outside. Sherlock thought and checked outside in the garden.
Still no Redbeard. Sherlock was starting to panic. Where's Redbeard? Where's my dog? Sherlock ran back inside and saw a collar on the floor. He picked it up. Then he saw Redbeard's food bowl near the front door. He grabbed that too.
He ran upstairs to his room. Mycroft was sitting on his bed.
"My-Mycroft. Where's Redbeard? Where's my dog?" Sherlock asked, almost crying. Mycroft showed no emotion.
"We had to put him down. He's not coming back. Ever." Mycroft said. Sherlock looked at the collar and the bowl.
"You're lying. You're just doing this to make me cry. You're lying! YOU'RE LYING!" Sherlock yelled at Mycroft. Mycroft shook his head.
"All lives end, all hearts are broken, caring is not an advange." Mycroft said.
"Get out of my room!" Sherlock yelled. Mycroft stood up and left. That day Sherlock Holmes buried all of his emotions deep down and never felt them again.
YOU ARE READING
Random Sherlock Oneshots
Fanfiction"I know this is a bit stupid. But..... Happy Birthday Sherlock........... I know this was a waste of time...... Why would I say happy birthday to a grave?" -John Hamish Watson
