Shattered Glass ( JohnLock )

Blood

" John?" Mrs. Hudsons voice rang out, worried and alarmed despite the time of night. Since Sherlocks disappearance she had been helping to take care of John and simply watching him to make sure he didn't kill himself. ' I don't need a babysitter!' He screamed at the poor woman right after the funeral with tears streaming down his face. He was the kind of wreck where cars flipped, tires burned against the road and everything was over in a instant for some.. And how he begged to be the one dead in that crash.

He had overall really let himself go. He was growing a beard and he often didn't bathe but once a week and sometimes he would eat once every three days.. Sometimes. He had lost incredible amounts of weight and yet he still didn't feel anything inside his chest. He began to self mutilate. Drinking constantly for days nonstop or taking knifes and dicing at his wrist to simply feel something move within him. John Watson wasn't the man he once was and he fears he never would be again.

Without Sherlock, he had no reason to do anything. He could forget about going back to war, and he could forget everything and simply waste away beside that grave. The blood pumping through his veins had grown cold as well as his heart, his soul. " I'm Fine Mrs.Hudson, go back to bed." He called back out to the landlady, his voice cracking at the loud tone. He felt like crying and hiding away until He came back or until he died but Sherlock wouldn't let that happened.. Sherlock wouldn't let death happen.. Would he? A devious plan began to form and with a hush cackle of a laugh he knew what he had to do.

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Hello fantabulous people reading! I hope you're having a lovely time with my story and yes I know it's so fucking short right now but I'm working on that! Keep reading and don't forget to follow!
-APM