what if?

chapter 1

After what seems like hours of nothing I suppose I have to get up to go to counselling that I’m adamant I really don’t need it was Harriet (my sister) that suggested I go because ‘my nightmares were getting out of hand’ I step outside my dingy little apartment and sighed this was becoming a scary thing week after week the same. I sleep, get that nightmare I go to cancelling nothing in-between I suppose that’s what I get for isolating myself from my friends  and having no social life what so ever. I lift up my hand to hail for a taxi and jump in feeling as if I’m riding to my death.

As soon as step over the threshold I knew it would be same shit I walk towards the reception desk “Wat-“ she cut me off before I could even finish my surname

“I know who you are sweetie she’s waiting for you” the receptionist said sweetly with a smile oh how I would love to have those lips against my own. Her perfect blonde hair in my hands. SNAP OUT OF IT JOHN

“Oh. I. oh right okay then.” I stumble up on my words as I make my way to the counsellor’s office looking like a complete douche in front of the only girl I fancy although it wasn’t such a fail I did get a few giggles out of her. Smiling to myself I enter her office.

“Well come on then sit” my counsellor snapped me out of my little fantasy. I glared at her but sat anyway. “So what’s new?”

“as I tell you every single week nothing its all the same nothing ever changes” she looks at me sighs and writes something in her notebook ‘still depressed’ I read upside down. I look up to her and give a sigh of my own “look I’m not depressed” she brings the notebook up to her chest protectively her slender frame curling over it like a mother trying to protect a baby instantly I feel bad.

“john look I know I tell you this every week but maybe it would help you know writing something” her eyes are pleading me to try it.

“Yeah I’ll, I’ll try” no commitment in my voice as I grab my cane and hobble out of there.

Making my way to the check in desk to sing out I catch the receptionist, Bonnie’s eyes she looks away fast blushing. I smile to myself finishing my name ‘john Watson’ “hey bonnie?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing this Saturday?”

“Nothing how come?”

I can’t believe I’m actually doing this “you, you wanna go like out somewhere. Its fine if you don’t want to honestly”

“Oh wow yeah okay sure”

“Great I’ll call you”

I can’t hide the goofy smile that comes on my face as I get into a taxi to go ‘home’ when I step over the threshold to my house I see a letter laying at my feet. I have no friends so this can only be one of two things a bill or the letter from my landlord saying I have to leave knowing my luck it will probably be the latter. And it is I throw the letter down in frustration and take a walk to try and clear my head. After about 10 minutes of this I sit on a park bench to rest my leg. There is someone already sitting down I close my eyes time to socialise

“Do you mind if I sit here?”

“Bless my soul is that you john Watson?”

“it shore is Georgie boy. Gosh I haven’t seen you in donkeys how are you?”

“Me? I’m great what about you I heard you joined the army” he rested his newspaper on his beer belly, looked me in the eyes and said “so what is really up?”

I sigh knowing that I can tell gorge anything “well I’ve just got kicked out of my only source of humanity and look like an old man with a limp”

Chuckling he said “well you’ve got the limp thing right, I know someone who is looking for a roommate if you’re interested”

“Ha please, who would want to be my roommate?”

He rolled his eyes at me “you’re the second person to say that to me today. Come on.” Already walking expecting me to follow. I do.

Once it the taxi he brings up the army I spare him nothing at some points he physically cringes. I only pause to see if he’s following were I’m coming from he just nods in encouragement by the time I’m finished its time to get out the only thing he could say was “wow you WERE a busy boy, any way time to meet Sherlock” And we entered the building to meet my potential flat mate