Under The Maple Tree

Chapter 3

The door opened and Sherlock walked in.I sighed in disappointment and walked straight through him,not looking back.I made myself a cup of tea in the kitchen and sighed.I was used to these hallucinations by now.I always had hallucinations about Sherlock.I lay my head on the counter and let a tear slide out.Sherlock was dead and I had to accept it.I just had to.I got up and went to the living area,turning on the telly.I sat down and watched it until my head snapped up as I heard a familiar voice."John,I'm sorry.I've been alive this whole time.",Sherlock said.I sniffed in annoyance."Your not real.",I mumbled.I kept watching the telly until my hallucination ended.I must admit,I thought I was going crazy.I sighed and lay my head back,closing my eyes and falling asleep.

The next day,I opened my eyes and rubbed my forehead.Ever since Sherlock died,I had been depressed.I got up and went to the medicine cabinet,taking out my bottle of Prozac.I swallowed a pill and put it back with a sigh.I seriously had my thoughts about suicide every now and then.I trudged out the door and onto the street.I aimlessley wandered around,,staring at the ground as I did so.Eventually,I looked up and found that I was standing on the bridge above the Thames.I looked down at the water swirling below.Suddenly,Sherlock appeared beside me.I looked over at him and frowned.""Can you leave me alone?",I shouted.I began crying and I got up onto the railing,sitting on top of it'Maybe if I die the hallucinations will stop.',I thought to myself.Sherlock stepped closer."John,please.Don't jump.I'm not a hallucination.I'm real.",he pleaded.I looked over at him then back down at the river."John,I never died.I had to fake my death just to keep Moriarty from killing everybody.Even you.",he explained.For a minute,I began to believe it.Then I shook my head and let go of the railing,dangerously swaying over the edge."Sherlock is dead.My best friend is DEAD!!!",I yelled.He stepped forward and reached an arm out to me.His breathing had increased."John don't so this don't jump.",he begged."Maybe ill meet Sherlock in death.",I laughed.I let myself fall,stepping off the rusty bridge and into the empty space below.I was just about to fall,when two hands grabbed my hands.I looked up into the face of Sherlock."My God your real!!!!!!!",I gasped.He simply shook his head."Of course I'm real what did you think!?That a hallucination had stopped by for tea!?",he shouted.I shook my head again.""But you can't be!I saw you die!",I yelled.He was losing his grip on my hands.I began sliding and he locked his fingers tighter around my wrists."John please!!Get up here!!",he yelled as he tried heaving me up.I was letting myself hang,not even attempting to climb back up.I began crying once again."Oh God Sherlock why can't you just leave me alone!!??YOU.ARE.NOT.REAL!!!",I shouted.That's when I slipped.I began falling through mid-air,flailing my arms and legs as I fell.All of a sudden,I hit the surface of the water.It knocked the wind out of me as cold water filled my lungs.It kept dragging me below,as if it were swallowing my body.That's when I felt a hand grip the back of my shirt collar and pull me up.I resurfaced,sucking in the precious oxygen.The last thing I saw was a blue scarf before my world went dark and I fell limp,letting the current drag me under.