Double W.Holmes

Gone

"….John! JOHN!"

Who? Sherlock? Was he calling me?

"For God sake John Hamish Watson! wake up!"

I woke up with my back straight with eyes open widely. I'm in the flat. Surroundings were covered with cold mist as thought I was located 8000 metres above sea level.

Sherlock was facing back in front of me. I don't know either my vision is blurring or Sherlock was going translucent. He looked like a dying soul.

"Sh-Sherlock? Is that you?"

"It's me, and…I don't have much time now."

What? He's dying? Ah…he was killed… beside the pool….Sebastian killed him….

"John."

I lifted my head slowly. Tears already had crawled all over my face. I tried and tried not to reminisce the whole incident but failed. It was a like a mural carved inside of my brain.

"No, no no…."

"John, listen."

I don't want any last words. Stop. Just stop it. It couldn't be. It must be a dream, right? A bad dream.The whole, killing thing. It was a fake, an awful dream of mine. Somebody, please tell me, woke me up, anything.

I covered both ears, shaking my head while kept murmuring no through my trembling lips.

"John, I'm dead. You had to take the reality."said he, not even turning around to see me.

"No!! It's not true!!" I yelled.

"I know it is hard," Sherlock slowly approached me and wrapped me in his arms. I stuff my head into his warm, broad chest. "But you need to accept it. You're the strongest and bravest man I met. You can do it. Live, and forget me."

Agony engulfed me. Everything around me collapsed slowly, bit by bit and I fell into total darkness.

*

I woke up again. This time wasn't in the flat. Everything was white. The walls, the ceiling, everything.

"….Je-Jesus! You're awake!"

"Huh?" I turned my head, only seeing an overjoyed DI that couldn't hold back his tears.

"Lestrade? What's going on? Where am I?"  I rubbed my temples as I'm still feeling dizzy.

"You passed out in my place." replied the DI, " You almost getting yourself killed."

…Right. I killed myself because of…Sher-

"Where's Sherlock!" I nearly yelled. Not even waiting for a reply, I'm making myself down the bed.

"Calm down buddy, I was going to tell you."

I'm waiting for his answer. But no words came out instead of broken pieces of his voice. He staggered a lot and looked worried. The atmosphere was unbearable.

Finally, he took a deep breath, continued.

"He's dead John. On the spot where he was killed. Didn't you remember?"

"Wait, what?!"

"You were there. After witnessing the incident you came to me. After tha-"

"When was his funeral?" I wanted to see him, even for the last time.

He seemed taken aback by my words. I stared at him, questioned.

"That was five years ago, John."