Suicide doesn't kill just one person {A Johnlock fanfic}

{Hey everybody! This is my first time writing a johnlock fanfiction so don't judge too bad please. Constructive criticism is awesome though! My spelling is probably kind of bad and my chapters will be a bit short. Sorry.}

Chapter 1

John shot up on bed sweating. The same nightmare had been haunting him since Sherlock had done it. Since he had jumped.
John hadn't been to 221b since then. Instead he had been staying at his new flat across the street. Ms. Hudson didn't have the heart to sell it so she just held it for John. He could go in whenever he wanted.
He ripped the sheets of his body and got dressed quickly. He practically ran across the street to thei-his old flat. Jamming the key in the lock and opening the door he rushed in. He wan't sure what he had been expecting. Maybe for Sherlock to be laying in the couch in his mind palace, or muttering things to John even though he had just got there. What John wasn't expecting but should have been, was nothing. Nothing was different than the last time he had been there.