Sherlock's daughter.

The Cult

I walked past her.
"Vivian! Vi! Wait!" She yelled.
"No!" I yelled and continue walking.
I walked back to 221B.
"Vi," John spoke as I walked in.
"Yes?" I asked.
"You are going to a meeting," he spoke.
"What for?" I asked.
"You will see when we get there," he spoke, following sherlock down to the cab.
We drove to this weird dinning hall type thing. I walked in and saw it was a grief meeting.
"No!" I yelled.
"Vi," John began.
"Go or no books, cases, or mind puzzles for a month," Sherlock nodded.
"Bu-" I began.
"No buts. Go," John smiled.
"Wha-" I began.
"We are doing this because we love you," John nodded and waited by the door. Guarding it.
I groaned and walked down the wall into a room.
I sat in this weird circle.
"Please introduce yourself, who you lost, how long ago you lost them, and how," a lady spoke.
"Lillian. I lost my best friend, a month ago, to a car accident," she spoke.
She didn't want to be here either.
"Ken. I lost my wife, 2 months ago, cancer," he spoke.
".... Vivian but I go by vi. I lost my... my best friend slash kinda boy friend. 2 weeks ago, and uh he was murdered," I took a deep breath.
"Paul, I lost my dad, 6 months ago, heart attack,"he spoke.
"I'm Jane, I lost my sister, 3 weeks ago, and she was hit with a bus," she spoke.
"Ok, now we are just going to go around and share something," The lady smiled.
"This is my second meeting. I um. I just. I don't want to deal with the pain. I don't want to have to open myself up to feel that pain. I'd I have to accept that he is gone. And I know that the first part of grieving is accepting, but I don't want to accept it because then I'd I have realize and live with the fact that he is gone," Lillian spoke.
We all clapped. I swear this is some sort of cult.
"Vi? Would you like to go next?" The lady asked.
"Sure," I nodded.
I took a breath.
"I'm Vivian Watson-Holmes. Like John Watson and Sherlock Holmes. And we were on a case. It was really complicated but my... Josh was apart of it. He was helping. He wasn't even supposed to be there. He was kidnapped because Moriarty knew he meant something to me. I-I was going to kill myself. Not for reasons like depression or anything. But to save Josh and my other family and friends. I don't mean like how my dad did a few years ago, I mean like no resurrections. Actually gone. But josh.... he saved me... and he died. I don't want to have to accept it. I don't want to have to live with it. I just want him here. Sometimes when I go to fall asleep, I think the next morning this will all be just a dream. But it's not because he is gone. I just. I don't know how to deal with it. So I just tell myself I'm not going to..... thanks," I shrugged.