Did you miss me?

The Injury

     SHERLOCK'S POV

  *WARNING TRIGGER*
I stared at the empty chair that once belonged to the John Watson I so dearly loved. I however, didn't show these emotions, leading to him finding a wife. I sighed, I wish I had at least confessed, but the couple is long gone on a honeymoon onto a far away island. "Miss Hudson!"I yelled. Oh yea, Ms. Hudson is on a trip with a friend. Loneliness, brings back excruciating memories of school days with bullies who were jealous of my learning capacity. They beat me and beat me until they left me alone in the dirt. Mycroft was always in boarding school, but the few times he came by, he showed caring qualities, and encouraged me to endure the bullying. My brother is far more distant now, but I know he cares about me. My mother however, was negligent, and rarely cared for me and my brother. My mother was a hardworking individual at her job, but the pain of our father and her job lead her to drink. Our father had abandoned us at an extremely young age. The only memory of my mother being kind was when she gave me a lovely dog, I named it Redbeard, but... we had to put it down.

    The pain of my broken family did not help one bit with my bullying and so, I cut. I'd cut and cut and cut and cut and cut until I no longer feel so depressed. The cutting stopped when I had made a new friend, her name was Molly she loved helping me solve mysteries, and she was so kind to me. When she found out I was cutting, she flipped, she forced me to promise to stop cutting, and I have kept my promise so far. 7 years had passed since this has happened and I no longer feel I can keep up with my promise. Loneliness and pain sliced into me, the urge to start again was near. The tempting release of cutting urged over and over until, I snapped. I ran over to my bathroom counter. The blade stood, silently taunting me. But you promised Molly my conscience reminded... I am truly sorry Molly. I snatched the blade and lightly grazed my skin. The grazing happened even after Ms. Hudson's arrival. She didn't know, and I would cut and cut and cut and cut. I once again felt the need to wear long sleeves. Ms. Hudson felt the need to question now and again about my happiness, but she hadn't realized yet. One day, I cut an indentation so deep I fainted from blood loss. Oh, well this is a proper way to die isn't it. Please tell my brother and friends that I love them. Goodbye Molly, John, and Mary. Goodbye Mycroft. I hope I see you in another life.
AN
      I might make a second chapter in a couple weeks and I'm trying to start a new book on another ship. Thanks for reading! Please give me advice if you want so.