Sherlock, Why Didn't You Tell Me?

Reverting

"Darling, I must."
Molly insisted, seeing Sherlocks eyes dialate with tears. She was called into a last minute buisness trip, just a day after their "wedding."

"But, what if I revert? I'm okay with you..." He replied, solemly.

"You Won't- Mary is going out of town too, so John is coming to stay with you."

Sherlock nodded, hoping to get a case while she was gone. After they had said their goodbyes, He went back to the flat, feeling like something was missing. When he returned, he put up his walls, and found his seringes. He got his other blades and anything he could use to revert. He laid them on the bed and closed the door. After a little, John walked in, seeing Sherlock laying on the couch, with what appeered to be tears on his face. When Sherlock heard his footsteps, he wiped them and sat up.

"They are in there. Please take them."

John nodded and went into the room, shocked to see the items that laid on the bed. He took them and did away with all of them, seeing Sherlock's face revert to his mask.

"John." He said very quietly.

John spun around. "Yes?"
He was quite shocked that he used this tone, but enjoyed his change.

"Could you stay here, I just don't want to be alone when it inevitably happens...."

John nodded. "Of course."

He sat next to him and looked at him. "Is it happening now?" Sherlock nodded slightly. John nodded and stayed close. Sherlock wrapped his arms around his abdomen standing up abruptly.

"I'm going to try to sleep. But, the voices..."

Johns face displayed pity, but he nodded.

"Put on some music maybe?"

Sherlock nodded and went to his room, closing the door behind him. Soon, classical music flooded his room.

A little ways through the night, Sherlock woke up, being overcome by the screams and pain that were courisng through his mind. He moaned in pain, feeling the heat flowing through his body. His moaning stirred John, and as he woke up he saw the dark figure of Sherlock running through the hallway, and into the bathroom, locking the door.

"Sherlock?!" John said banging on the door.

Sherlock had his hands over his ears, feeling horrible that tears were streaming. He could not shake the voices, as he looked for a blade.

There are none- he rid of them.

John could hear him searching, still moaning and breathing strained.
Sherlock found a shaver and stepped on it so it broke. He unbottoned his shirt and threw it into the sink.

"Sherlock?!" John pleaded, banging on the door. "Please don't."

Sherlock sat in the bathroom, watching the blade quiver in his hand. He heard John outside but he ignored him, trying to ignore the voices.

After a little, he made a cut on his stomach, seeing the blood pour.

"I deserve this John, Don't stop me from my punishment." He said, making 4 and 5 more cuts around his shoulders and chest. After a making a total of 17 cuts, he felt dizzy, so he unlocked the door and laid down.
John wasted no time going in, but in horror to see his friend like this.

"Sherlock!" He yelled, making Sherlock wince.

"Please don't yell..." he said, trying not to cry. "Their still screaming."

John felt bad for yelling, immediatly reverting to a gentle voice. He sat on the ground, rubbing his back, trying to soothe him. Sherlock could feel the walls he'd built crumbling. After crying for a while he sat up and briskly walked to the living room. He picked up his pistol and put it to his head, still crying.

"Tell Molly this is better." He said, though not wanting to believe it.

"Sherlock, please put it down, here, She's here." He dialed her as Sherlock pleaded for him to hang up.
When she answered, Sherlocks heart broke, as he sat the gun down.

"I love you." He said, melting to the ground.

After a few minutes, she hung up and Sherlock threw up on the floor, laying next to it trying to keep his eyes open. John carelessly threw a towel over it and pulled Sherlock close to him.

"We need to clean you up."

Sherlock nodded and waited for John to return. When he finished, Sherlock rested his head on the coffee table. John helped him to bed, sitting on the edge until he fell asleep.