❝Miss Me?❞ {Sherlock Fanfiction}

Chapter One

London, England 02/14/17

       It didn't take long for  normal life to find its way back to us. There was nothing, absolutely nothing for the famous Sherlock Holmes and me to do. In fact it's been like this for weeks now, and at this point, I just started bringing Rosy with me, to at least offer some sort of excitement. At times Mycroft would come, but as soon as he realized there nothing left but to stare at the graffiti drawn smiley face, he would give out a cough or two and quietly leave the premises. Mrs. Hudson would even sigh or rumble at times about how she couldn't stand seeing Sherlock being tortured from inside out.
Every fairy tale needs a good old-fashioned villain.
"Moriarty is dead." he once decided to blur out. I looked at him in confusion.
 "Glad you finally embraced that" A sigh is what I got for an answer.
"My sister is locked up in Sherrinford"
 "Why, yes she is"
"Irene hasn't said one word since Christmas"
  "My, what a burden indeed"
He shot me a glance, letting me know to stop my sarcastic responses.
 "All these facts; got any point?"
"I've always had a point John, you just miss it." and with that made another hole on the patterned wall.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my laptop, which was drowning with I think my wife is cheating on me or I'm hearing sounds from my basement. But one actually grabbed my attention.

Hello Mr. Holmes,

I understand that your time may be very limited, but I think you'll like this. Four days ago I was sitting by the fire ,enjoying the quiet night, but it was blown out in a spec of time. I tried the lights, but they were fried. I called the police, but no one was there. It was the darkest part of the night, therefore making me see nothing. Then, as I was on my way to find the electric box, I tripped over, what I suppose was a wire, and fell unconscious. The next morning I called the police, just to find out that there was no sign of forced entry, in fact no sign of entry at all. The fingerprints on the doors and windows were mine. The  electricity has not appeared to be tampered with. It was as if I imagined the whole thing. And I actually believed that for some time, until yesterday. As I was cleaning my flat, I noticed the corner of my carpet was dirty with some sort of brown stain. I lifted the carpet, to reveal the words MISS ME? scratched sloppily, as though with a knife. I wrote to you as soon as I could. Thank you.

Lyssa T. 02/13/17

  I suspect I became pale as ice whilst I was reading it, because Sherlock grabbed the laptop out of my hands with worry, well, as much worry as Sherlock Holmes could feel. His still face turned into an
almost insane looking grin, and with the blood pumping through his veins, and energy circulating every part of his body, he said
"The game is on"