Suicide Part 2My fingers shook as I held the barrel of the gun to my head. I could feel tears trickling down my face as I took one last breath "NO! JOHN!!" I turned sharply in surprise and the gun left my face. I could see someone coming towards me, hands reaching to remove it from my possession. It was still pointed at me, but at my chest now. I froze in surprise. It couldn't be him, could it? Surely he was dead? I felt my hands clench.
There was a horrendous bang, and I felt like a red hot poker had been thrust through my chest. My knees buckled. I looked up to see the figure who had tried to stop me, his face paler than normal and panicked as he stared at me, frozen with horror. Sherlock? No, it can't be. He's dead There was no mistaking his curly brown hair, and the look of cocky superiority in his eyes. This time, though, it was masked by a look of horror. I was leaning against the sofa, my hand on my chest trying to staunch the flow of blood. I looked up at hi
Suicide Part 1 I wish Sherlock were here. He'd know what to do. But then again, if he were here, I wouldn't need him. I miss my best friend. He once told me that he didn't have friends, just one. I was beginning to feel the same way, as his insolent presence usually drove away all potential friends.
I would give all of my friends to have him back. I know he was telling the truth. It's true what I said, that no-one could fake being such a dick. Even then, I know he couldn't faked it. Could he? It's the doubt that keeps me worrying, the doubt that after everything it is all true. I want so much to believe him, but sometimes I can't. How could he find those children with only a footstep? How did he solve all of those crimes? I need proof. I need to show that he was telling the truth, that Moriarty was real!!!
"John? John! Are you OK?" I opened my eyes to see Mrs Hudson's face a few centimetres from mine. I looked at her groggily, and then replie