Write me a Song

Chapter 4

The weeks for Sherlock have gone by dreadfully slow. Rooming with Connor made it even more dreadful, however writing Veronica's song helped him hold onto his sanity. But, it also distracted him from his studies and with December approaching that also meant the semester ending which also meant exams. Today was Sunday, so while the other boys were off to religious services, Sherlock stayed back and headed to the labs to study for his chemistry. Alone. In. Peace.

At least that's what he thought until he entered and saw a scrawny kid with patches of scruff on his face. " 'Ello." The kid said.

"Shouldn't you be with all the other fools worshiping some invented super being?" Sherlock said bitterly.

The kid smirked "Shouldn't you?" he retorted. "Bill... Bill Wiggins. And you're the kid that everyone picks on, aren't you?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes "How nice of you to point it out." He began setting up his titration equipment. "Are you in here for chemistry too?"

Bill smirked and looked at his mixture "Hmmm... you could say that." He mixed it around and poured solutions in. "Here take one of these you'll need it" he gave Sherlock a gas mask.

"Why do I think this isn't for chemistry" Sherlock said as he put the mask on and scammed over the chemicals. "Are you cooking meth?" he asked looking shocked.

Bill Wiggins nodded his head "Yup. The lab equipment here lets me make nearly perfect crystals."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and focused on his titrating. His mask kept fogging up every time he exhaled. He grew more frustrated by the second. "Shut up." Sherlock snapped.

Bill looked up confused "What?"

"I said shut up. Your thinking and its annoying." Sherlock said pinching the bridge of his nose.

Bill smirked. "You my friend could use some Mary Jane."

Sherlock frowned "No... I don't do drugs."

"You sure mate? It would calm your nerves. Help ya focus." Sherlock looked down and ignored Bill. "Just, ya know hit me up. Dorm 132." Bill said grinning.

Sherlock began putting his things away. Once he was finished he walked out the door and slammed it behind him. Since he couldn't study in peace he decided to go back to his room. There he was met with the constant banter of his jerk roommate. He meandered over to the library, which most people thought of as a social area much to his dismay, the constant sound of people talking and movement was driving him insane. He thought back what Bill Wiggins had offered.

Sherlock made his way to dorm 132 and knocked on the door, Bill opened the door and clouds of smoke puffed out "Aye Shezza you showed. Come in hurry." He said and pulled Sherlock in.

Sherlock frowned it smelled like skunk and the room was hazy "Shezza?" He asked. "Yeah mate Sherlock is way too long to say. Here I'm going to pack you a fatty." Bill said grinning as he pulled out a wooden tobacco pipe then he pulled out a plastic bag of dried green and brown herb, he pulled out some buds and broke them apart and stuffed it into the tobacco pipe. It took a few minutes before he was finished packing. He pulled out a simple bic lighter and handed it to Sherlock "I'll give you the first hit." Sherlock fumbled with the pipe and the lighter he lit the green and inhaled and coughed, well more like hacked. Bill doubled over in laughter "Try again one more." He tried again and this inhaled deeply held it, and exhaled through his nose, his heart rate slowed and the world around him began to slow down as well.

The last couple months Sherlock frequented dorm 32. Usually once in the morning and then once at night. Today, Veronica was to visit however, Sherlock was in a drug induced haze. He was in Bill's room sharing a bowl of the marijuana. He had about an hour till she arrived for the day.

The time slowly whittled away; there were 15 minutes left. Sherlock stumbled back to his dorm and cleaned up. He brushed his teeth put in eye drops and changed his clothes. Soon he heard her knocking at the door "Come in!" Sherlock called.

Veronica let herself in "Sherlock!" I missed you!" She cried and ran at him. Sherlock failed to catch her and they fell to the ground which resulted in laughter from the both. Veronica rolled off Sherlock; they looked at each other and laughed again. "We should probably get off the floor." She said and smiled.

Sherlock groaned like a child and wrapped his arms around her "But I don't want to." He said and nuzzled his face into her chest.

Veronica laughed and smiled "Come on let's get up." She said and sat up only to be tugged down by Sherlock

"Come on Veronica cuddle with me." Sherlock whined.

Veronica arched her brow "You're acting quite strange Sherlock." She said and sat up.

Sherlock frowned "No I'm not." He said quickly.

Veronica frowned back "Yes... Yes, you are Sherlock."

"Your parents are divorcing." Sherlock quick said to diffuse the situation.

Veronica frowned "How?" She asked

"How did I know? You have gained a significant amount of weight, around 4.5 kilos if I need to be exact, mostly around your thighs and breast, which is quite alright with me, but this is a result of stress eating. You also took off the necklace your father gave you, which I could only assume is because you are upset with him. I figured it wasn't something petty." Sherlock said standing up and moving towards his desk.

Veronica stood up "So that's what you figured, huh?" she frowned " Well. you know what I figured out?" She asked

Sherlock smiled smugly and sat up "Please, Impress me."

"I can see your track marks, you're a fucking junkie." Veronica spat and stood up.

Sherlock looked shocked, he looked down at his arms and sure enough he had forgotten to roll down his sleeves there were little holes and bruises in the pit of his elbow.

Veronica had tears begin to well up in her eyes "Sherlock. How could you?" She said and buried her face in arms.

"Veronica I- I-" Sherlock couldn't lie to her; that was another effect she had on him. He couldn't lie about something like this.

"I'm sorry Sherlock but I don't think we should be together anymore." It broke her heart to say it, and made her physically sick. "At least not until you're better." Veronica needed air, she needed to get out of this cramped dormitory.

Sherlock's heart broke too, he felt like he was going to vomit. He couldn't stand to see the disappointment in her eyes.

"Good bye Sherlock. I hope one day you realize you're throwing your life away." She said as tears welled up in her eyes as she left the room and slammed the door.

Sherlock sat and watched her leave, right now his only solace was in his needle and tourniquet.