Just The Name

Chapter 13

//TRIGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF SELF HARM, BULLYING, ALSO THIS CHAPTER IS JUST GENERALLY SAD.//

There was a knock on the door. John could hear it from in the bathroom. he heard Castiel conversing with someone.

His heart dropped. His gloves were on the bedside table. He thought Cas was out.

He quickly pulled his pants on, and his shirt, he combed his hair, his hands twitching and jumping nervously. He had to find a way to conceal his hands as he made his way to get his gloves.

He pulled his sleeves up to his knuckles and slipped out of the bathroom door, shocked to see Sherlock and Cas, sitting there, staring at John.

"Hello." Sherlock offered a stunning smile.

"Hi." Whispered John, making his way to the bedside table.

His gloves weren't there.

"Where are my gloves?" He snapped, beginning to dig through the contents in the drawer.

"John, calm down, well find them." Cas said.

John tugged on his sleeves again, and listened to them beginning to move around behind him, before turning to rummage through his bag.

"They're over here, John." Sherlock said.

John jumped up and spun around, hurrying to the bathroom, where Sherlok was standing.

Sherlock held out his gloves and John extended his hand, causing his sleeve to fall back as he grabbed his gloves and spun around.

Then Sherlocks hand was on his arm and he slammed the door to the bathroom closed.

"Are you guys okay?" Cas called as John pulled his gloves over his hand.

"Take your gloves off." Sherlock said to John.

"We're fine!" John called to Cas.

"Take them off." Sherlock ordered again.

John fiddled with the gloves before pulling them off, revealing a lack of Sherlocks name.

There was, however, little splotches of glowing blue ink where his name once was.

And there were white bumps, lines, scars covering it. Splitting the name up so furiously that it could no longer be read, or really even seen.

Sherlock just stared at it. There was a long silence, before he finally said, "How bad was it?"

"What?" John asked.

"Whatever caused you to do this... Depression, bullies, whatever it was... how bad was it?"

John let out a heavy sigh. "Really, it was a combination of the two. And different words that just stuck in my head after people read the name... Lots of things that are only said to gay people."

Sherlock looked at John, pitifully.

"But I'm better now."

Sherlock canted his head to the side. "Is that why you still hide your scars?"

John let out a dry chuckle. "I dont want people worrying about me. Thinking I'm still in such a low place."

***

Sherlock felt bad for visiting John. For prying him about his gloves and his hands.

He felt like crap, really.

He wasnt great with emotions, so even though that went over very well, Sherlock couldnt help but feel bad and worry more than perhaps he should.

He was walking to his class with Professor Singer. He sat down, alone, waiting for students to trickle in.

Professor Singer cast him a weird look, as if wondering why he was back. And then John walked in. He went and sat in his regular spot, away from Sherlock, but Sherlock couldnt stop staring.

Not everyone was, but a couple people were.

John wasnt wearing his gloves.

And with a blue pen, hed written over his scars. 'Sherlock'.

(A/n: I'm sorry about this chapter. I a) wish it was longer, and b) wish it was happier. Thanks for reading this far.)