I Don't Have Friends

Two

Hi! I'm glad you guys liked the first chapter! This one isn't as good, I don't think at least. New character is getting involved though! ~H
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Suddenly, I woke with a scream. Small drops of sweat descended down my forehead before I wiped them away with my clammy hands.

I'm so glad that nightmare is over.

Calmly, I rolled out of bed excited to see John's face. I walked out to the living to see nothing but an empty, decayed, carmine sofa chair screaming for help; much like me.

He must still be sleeping.

Another thought popped out. A small, old landlady came rushing in her tiny high heels with a concerned look painted on her face.

   "Sherlock, Sherlock! Are you okay, my dear?" Mrs Hudson quickly spoke with a posh British accent to which I looked at her slightly confused. "Oh.. I, um, I just heard you scream and assumed something happened is all." She replied before turning to leave.

I turned my head and focussed on the streets outside below, "Maybe you shouldn't assume?" I smirked with wit to my quiet response.

With that, Mrs Hudson once again ambled through the frame of the door.

"What was that, love?"

Mrs. Hudson held her arm up but below her head, I observed. She did this when she wants to understand more as if her brain used ears through her fingers. I laughed a concealed giggle to myself at this fact I came across.

   "Nothing... Uh may I have a tea and maybe a biscuit or two?"
   "Yes, you may, Sherlock but remember... I am not your housekeeper,"
   "Yes, of course, but don't forget to get a cup for John also. He might desire a tea when he awakens from his sleep,"

Mrs Hudson didn't reply to this. Simply, she stood there looking down at me slightly concerned yet confused.

   "Sherlock, dear..."

I swivelled my head for my eyes to concentrate at the landlady.

   "Yes?"
   "You do know... That John..."
   "What about him? Is he in danger?! And you forgot to mention it!"

Panicked, I rose to my feet and started pacing frantically.

   "No, no, quite the opposite in fact," her words relieved me to a calmer state of mind but everything was still cloudy and confused.

   "What's wrong? Mrs Hudson, what is it?"
   "John. He moved out,"

My eyes widen and my fists clenched, but not in anger.

   "You mean, he's gone? You mean he was never sleeping? You mean it was never just a dream last night but only the bitter reality of me and him arguing? You... You mean..."

Pain free, my legs collapsed hitting the ground with force and letting the agony only raise to my head a few seconds after. All I could hear were small, fast footsteps running towards me and an annoying ringing blocking out the voice talking in my right ear.

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"You need someone else now," Mycroft spoke sickening every thought.

Uncomfortable, I lied in the hospital bed waiting to be in 'good state' to leave. I was bored.

"I need no one," finally, I replied.
"How will my little brother cope without an audience to capture his 'brilliant' deductions?" his sarcasm burned me as much as the smile planted in between his cheeks. "Luckily, your amazing intellectual brother found another plain soul lurking round and he seems to fit nearly perfectly in John-"
"Don't... Don't say his name,"

Wires and cords were connected to my body. Get me out! Get me out! My mind pushed. Then, with aggression, I jerked my arms upwards releasing all the wires from me.

Mycroft jumped to his feet, "You need someone, Sherlock!"
"I need no one!"

The nurse trots in finalising the argument happening between me and Mycroft as we both closed to silence.

   "Mr. Holmes, you'll be able to leave in an hour. Looking on the tests, everything seems to be fine," spoke the small blonded nurse.

I rolled my eyes in return. What am I meant to do in an hour? Instead of replying with a snarky remark, I simply nodded leaving her with no other information left so she quickly tapped out of the small enclosed room.

   "Well, I better be off young brother. Think about what I've said, yeah?"

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The hour passed slowly. All I could think about was John but now, finally, I can leave.

All alone, I plopped on my big, oversized, black coat and dark blue, striped scarf.

I wandered the streets. No one with me but the shadow below copying my exact moves. Soon, I got to my apartment; 221B Baker Street.

The door knocker was straight so I tilted it to the side slightly. Mycroft was here.

With speed, I gathered myself up the stairs and stopped just before Mycroft's stare.

Mycroft was joined with another human by his side. He was short, about Watson's height.

Poor but has known Mycroft for a while. Nervous a lot and bites his finger nails.

   "Ah, brother, dear," Mycroft interrupted my deduction on the stranger standing in my living room.

   "Why are you here?" before Mycroft replied, the stranger began to make his way to a seat. John's seat. "No! Don't sit there!" I squealed terrifying him and myself but at least it kept him standing.

   "Anyways... Sherlock, this is Dean. He is a dear friend of mine. Won't you please just get to know him?"
   "I know him. He's boring,"

Mycroft rolled his eyes.

   "Dean, will you please leave us alone?" he spoke with a dark shade filling his eyes.
   "Of course," Dean replied scrambling out of the room, bumping shoulders with me on the way out.

Mycroft stood closer not losing his stare with me.

  "Dean is a very commendable young man,"
"He's not replacing John,"
"Give him a chance?"
"He's not replacing John,"
"You're very stubborn,"
"Does that annoy you?"
"Yes,"
"Good,"
"Talk to him at least?"

I sighed and lost the connection between me and Mycroft's stare whilst thinking of a reply.

"Fine..." Mycroft smiled in return making me feel angst and disgust inside.

What had I just done? Did I just throw away my companionship with John to a complete stranger that my brother introduced me to? I wanted to hurl.