TeenLock

Love, Loss, Regret.

-let's take a moment to think about life. What is it really? We all grow up and we all lurn form our mistakes, then we all die. So what is the point in life? All we will do in the end is die, and sometimes it comes to soon. But what is that expression really? What does it mean that we died to 'soon'? It will always be to soon to the ones we love, we have kids, and pets, and friends, but in the end we always leave. That's what I want you to keep In mind. No matter who the person is they will always ALWAYS, leave. 

-however love. Love has no ending, and if a chemical defect in all people, and animals. Some people may say that it's elagicol to think that animals love. That I say is false. When you go away from a pet, then they act all happy to see you, only you. That's there way of love, some animals may not show it but, there is love in all our hearts. Just finding that love again can hurt, but it helps to have people by your side. Love can fix things, but lost is what breaks it in the first place. 

John watched as his boyfriend starved himself on his bed. He hadn't moved seance Mycrofts texted. All Sherlock did was cry and shake on his bed. It had been a week sence then and Sherlock had started to lose a couple of pounds. He looked as pale as a ghost, and looked very sikly. Mycroft has tried his best to confront him and so did John but there efforts had failed. 

'John held Sherlock close. Lustard had been at his side trying to figure out what happened to Sherlock. John gave the phone to him and he nod. Sherlock was baling and gripping hard at John's coat. He was rocking in a comforting mostion as John coude to him and rubbed his back. He was mumbling but John could make out a couple of words, Redbeard, f-ing Mycroft, and other swears. Lustard helped John take him to the car where they went back to school, on Sherlock's account.' 

"Sherlock... you need to eat, something any thing. Your starving yourself. You can't do this." WSpoke John conforably. Sherlock slowly unraped himself from the sheets and took the apple that John was holding out. Sherlock looked like he had crude the inter week, and looked a mess. "Would you like a shower?" Sherlock only got up and went to the bathroom with the apple in his hand. John was please to see that he was finally going to eat and take a whell needed shower. When Sherlock came out his poster was straight and he was eating the apple. His face showed no emotion. 

"I'm going to work on the case." Sherlock spoke for the first time in days. He had no emotion, except a slight rapy tint from crying so much. John figerd it was best to let him get back to work. 

"Your brother wants to meet you for dinner." John spoke as he slipped onto his own bed. Sherlock glared at his screen.

"I'm not meeting the man that killed my dog!" Sherlock snapped as he turned to face John. There was hatred in his eyes. John knew that Mycroft was the one that had Redbeard put down after he had another suver seger. The vets had stated however that Redbeard wasn't doing well and it was his best option.

"He did what he needed to do. Redbeard was in pain, it was the best option for him!" John defended Mycroft. He didn't like it when families foght, and he knew how close the two of them were.

"So you agree that killing him was the best option." Sherlock snapped. As butral spread across his face. John nod, and Sherlock throu his mug at the wall. John jumped at the loud sound as Sherlock began to curse and scream horrible things about his brother. John looked at the angry Sherlock with fright. How could his boyfriend turn into this? He thought to himself. "If you think that then just get OUT!" He yelled. He threw another mug at the wall, which made John dash out of the room. Tears sprung from his eyes as he ran down to the street. It was Saturday, so he was free to leave the grounds of the school. He texted Mycroft quickly as he climbed into a cab to head over.

When he got there he bursted throu the door to meet Mycroft with a very worried face.

"What the hell do you mean he was screaming and throwing things at you!" He holared tarifed for his brother.

"He went buzerked! I told him that you want led to meet, then he lost it." John huffed as he shook madly in the doorway.

"John, is he alone right now?" Mycroft asked in a calmer but scared tone.

"I couldn't stay in that room with objects be hurled around. At that Mycroft face looked panicked. John knew something was up. What did it matter that Sherlock was alone? 

"Oh god! We need to find him now!" Mycroft yelled as he ran to a black car. John followed fearothe worse. 

"What's wrong?"

"Sherlock is suicidle. I was hoping your presence would help when this came, but I gess I was mistaken." Mycroft stayed as he drove out of the driveway. John's heart dropped at thous words. Was that the reason he always wore a scarf, or long sleeves? He wished he had never left Sherlock by himself. They rushed to the school and when they got there. There was only a note.

My Dearest John,

Please remember that I do love you, and I will always love you. But when I made you walk out I felt something that was falling apart break completely. I'm sorry to do this to you, but I can't continue on. Don't go looking for me, I love you my little Hedgehog.

Sherlock 

John's eyes widened. Tareer ran across both of there faces. Mycroft and John both ran outside and hoped in the car to start to find Sherlock some where any where.

"Oh god, what do you think he will do?" John mumbled as he looked out the window trying to spot his love.

"I... I don't know?" Mycroft muttered but John missed it as he saw him. He was on top of Sant Bart's. On of the taller billdings in Baskerville. John hit Mycroft in the arm not takeing his eyes off of Sherlock. "Oh my god!" Mycroft yelled as he went into that direction. 

John ran out of the car and into the building. He told Mycroft not to come, because it would only make him more upset. John ran to the top floor to see Sherlock standing on the legg.

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NOW THAT WAS A DUSSY.! I'll give you more in the next chapter. Wooo hoo. Sorry again for the mistakes. And yes Redbeard is dead, it happened and mane it just hurt me to write it.

-Speedy