Forget

Chapter 2

I turn on the T.V. to watch Doctor Who the only thing that brings me laughs and brief moments of happiness, this was my favorite episode.

It was about this woman that wrote wonderful mysteries, turns out that the priest was a bee/wasp and was the heiress son and her other son was having sexual relation with a service boy and the flapper girl was a thief. Long story short the woman had ended up exactly where she was suppose to end up, by a hotel, with no reclamation of what had happened.

The next episode was starting, it was the weeping angels episode. I tried really hard to stay awake but my eyes refused to, the episode was still in the very beginning and my eyes..my eyes couldn't open anymore.. lights out.
I was walking to the flat when I got a call "hello is this John Watson" a voice said "Yes it is" I answered " Sherlock Holmes has just been admitted to the St. Barts hospital, he's in critical condition-" "'ll be right there" I interrupted. I ran as fast as my short legs could take me to the hospital not bothering to hail for a cab because it wouldn't be fast enough.

I finally reached the hospital and rush to the center where there stood a nurse "Sherlock Holmes, is he here?" I yelled frantically "calm down sir, he's in surgery right now" the nurse said while doing motions for me to take deep breaths. Finally taking her advise I inhaled and exhaled, calming my nerves down.

Hours later a nurse called me and told me that Sherlock was in a stable mood. I walked into his room barely making it in bed or bombarding him with multiple questions " are you okay?" I asked him " no John I am not okay, you did this to me you made me this and with that his face turned into Jim moriarty. His voice came in a chant ' it's all your fault, it's all your fault, it's all your fault-'

I awoke with a scream.

it's all my fault.

I ran to the bathroom and hunched over the toilet and let my thoughts came out in vomit. I began to cry as more vomit rode out my throat into the toilet.

I turn around and locked the door, in case someone came into check on me. I opened a drawer and took out a razor blade. This was the only thing that made me feel, I pulled the jumper I was wearing up and without a second thought slashed my arms hissing at the pain it produces, I did it again watching as the blood pooled out. Yeah, I deserve this.

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Johnlock 4ever -xoxo
~kungfu Panda