John Recovers

Chapter 1

John Recovers

Chapter 1

I was there.

I watched it happen.

That last call was a lie.

A big suicidal lie.

He will pay, Moriarty will pay.

Dead

Or alive.

~~~6 Months Ago~~~

"SHERLOCK!"

I ran across the road, I felt a sudden *THWACK* in my head.

"No no no, let me through, he's, he's my friend" I found myself saying.

All I saw was his lifeless body. Sherlock had committed suicide.

He told me his whole life was a lie, no one can ever ever convince me of this.

My therapist told me to tell her what I wanted to say to Sherlock.

I didn't.

Instead I went to his grave and said this:

"You told me once, you weren't a hero. There were times I didn't think you were human but, let me tell you this. You were the best man. The most human... Human being, I have ever met and no one will convince me you told me a lie and so. I was so alone, and I owe you so much."

I started to walk a way after patting his gravestone but quickly turned round and added on, " oh and there's just one more thing, one more thing, one more miracle, for me, Sherlock. Don't... Be... Dead... Could you do that? Just for me? Stop it. Stop this."

I then stood in silence, covering my eyes. Crying over his grave. I finally trekked up the hill not looking back.

~~

I miss him so much.

His violin playing, his high intelligent comments, I didn't even mind when he didn't talk for days on end.

I just wish he was back with me and Mrs Hudson in 221B Baker Street.

He wasn't just my friend, he was my best friend.

To have him back would definitely indeed be quite the miracle.

The police have gone down hill.

Can't solve anything without Sherlock.

There was this case about a guy that got shot in a temple and no one noticed, a girl who was found dead in a swimming with nothing but a piano key.

Without Sherlock they're losing a lot of trust.

Sergeant Donavon has moved in with Anderson (I hate him), worst couple in the world if I say so myself.

I remember that time they laughed at Sherlock for wearing the 'Sherlock Holmes Hat'.

Sherlock despised them.

So I do too.

Onto Molly.

I know there's something with her.

She's always rushing off out of work just before lunch and coming back late.

I know she's not telling me something, but what?

I asked her but she just wouldn't reply.

I don't like returning to that place: to many memories.

How Sherlock just sat there and let me help, annoying though it was I miss it.

Oh why couldn't there have been a call, made Moriarty stop the whole thing, like last time in 'The Great Game'.

I wish he was back.