Sad Songs

Sherlock

Is Today a good day to die?

This is something I ask myself in the morning. While I wake up, and at night. While I'm trying to sleep. Its a daily question.

My brother hears me sometimes, I say it allowed-- I dont mean to, I lose track when I'm thinking. He asks me stupid questions like: Why? And says statements like: You have so much to live for. But he doesn't understand. I'm a smart arse- and people don't like smart arses in college.

But I cant help it if people are incredabley wrong all the time can I?

Being 17 and being like me, with an obviously higher IQ then every other dumb minded 17 year old in the UK, is hard.

Maybe thats why I have these contant thoughts of killing myself.

Maybe today is the day.

Well, I tell myself that on my way to college. I sit on the side of the pavement for a while, waiting for a large truck or van or vehicle to come by. Maybe I'd jump in front of it. A while passes and only small Mini's and beetles drive past. This area of London really is crap if you want to get run over.

I wait a while longer until-- finally, a truck! I have no idea why I'm so exsited but a quickly get up and stand in the middle of a road. Waiting for it...my moment to be free.

All of a sudden, I feel a large impact come onto my body - not the truck but something smaller- my ears are ringing a little and my sight is in abit of a daze but I hear a voice.

"What on Earth do you think you're doing?? You could of got killed!!" The voice was soft but I could hear the worry and anger in his voice. This wasn't a voice that I had heard before so I dont really understand why it would be so worried. I sit up and look at my 'Savour'. He had muddy bloned hair, although he was small his strengh was unbelieveable.

"Who are you?" I ask, wanting to know his name. I know everyone who lives here, and everyone who goes to my college. But this face was new, so I needed to know his name.

"No thanks then." He said instead. This irritated me, because he had interrupted something important and wouldn't answer my question.

"Who are you?" I ask again the annoyance showing in my voice abit.

He must have noticed I was getting annoyed because he answered stright away this time.

"John, John Watson. And you are?"

"Sherlock." I say. He offers me his hand to shake but I refuse it by standing up and grabbing my rucksack and I begin walking down the road to college.

"Hey," John gets up and follows me,"Are you going to Sumpton College?" He asks. I shrug a little, even though I am. "Mind if I come with you?" I shrug again and keep walking, John keeps following behind until we're at the gates.

"Well, Sherlock, I'll see you around." John says offering me his hand again, which I decline--again.

I can't make friends now, not now that I've been doing so well to minimize the number of casulties that will happen when my Death finally takes place.

This is why you dont do it in public.

I sigh to myself and head inside for another hellish day.

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Hey guys!!

Hope you enjoyed the first part of my second Johnlock fanfic.

I got the idea after reading All The Bright Places. So it may be a little similar to that.

Be sure to read my other Johnlock fic My John and my Destiel fic I'm here Dean.

I'm not trying to romance suicide because I know what it is like to go though and how hard it can be so please, no hate on here!

Okay, thats pretty much all I have to say for now so Enjoy...

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Skye

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