Category : Stories

Sub Category : Drama

Sherlock woke. Mycroft was standing over him. 
"Its for you, sherlock." Mycroft said. Slight hint of sadness and pain for his brother. Sherlock took the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, sherlock."
"Greg?"
"We need to talk"
"About what?"
"About john.." Greg said.
"Why what's wrong."
"He's dead, sherlock. we found him on the floor of his flat. Shot himself in the head he left a note. 'You didn't come back, s I'm coming to you.'... I'm so sorry sherlock." Lestrade said. Sherlock dropped the phone. He couldn't believe it. His only best friend in the world... Gone. 
"Sherlock?.." Mycroft asked. Sherlock grabbed the wooden chair closest to him, and started beating in against the wall. When there was nothing but a sharp stick left, he turned and held the stick to Mycroft's neck. 
"YOU!" Sherlock yelled. "YOUR THE REASON JOHN TOOK HIS LIFE!"
Mycroft backed to the wall. Sherlock followed.
"I CAN DEAL WITH BEING BEAT, BUT NOT THIS. IF YOU WOULD HAVE GOTTEN ME OUT OF THERE SOONER!"
"ENOUGH!" Mycroft yelled. But sherlock only responded with the stick closer to his neck. It was scraping his skin.
"No. I'll decide what is enough." Sherlock moved the stick, only enough to put a gash in Mycroft's face. Sherlock threw the stick. He went to another wall. Stood there a minute, and punched it repeatedly. Mycroft just stood there. When sherlock finally calmed down, he sank to the floor. His hands were bleeding. Mycroft slowly walked closer to sherlock. He helped him up, and wrapped his hands. After he was done, sherlock stood up.
"Where are you going."
"To say goodbye to my best friend." Sherlock said coldly.
...........................to be continued