Endless: A Sherlock Fanfiction

John is gone. Gone, and there is nothing Sherlock can do.

Three years ago, Sherlock returned home from solving a case to find John Watson standing in the living room, holding a gun to his head."Goodbye Sherlock," he said, and then pulled the trigger.

Now Sherlock is suffering through depression. He turns to drugs to numb the pain. Every day the drugs are destroying his brain, bit by bit, until Sherlock has lost all sanity.

A/N: So this is pretty much just an emotional roller coaster. There is no happy ending. Sorry. Just all sadness and stuff, because I just love to torture you all with an insane Sherlock. :)