Mental: Sherlock x fem!Reader x Moriarty

Chapter 31 - How it happened

This is a music fic of after Sherlock and Moriarty's death

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My friends don't walk, they run
Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun
Popping, popping balloons with guns, getting high off helium

After Sebastian left you felt numb. Little voices went through one ear and right out the other.

We paint white roses red
Each shade from a different person's head

Your head clouded and your eyes darkened. You were gone.

This dream, dream is a killer
Getting drunk with the blue caterpillar

You rummaged through your cabinets to find the bottle of whiskey you had got on Christmas. You cracked it open and poured yourself a glass full.

I'm peeling the skin off my face
'Cause I really hate being safe

You downed the glass and filled it again. Sitting in the corner with your thoughts you see a hole start to break in the middle of the room. Shard after shard of wood left is a hole where you hear whispers crawl out.

The normals, they make me afraid
The crazies, they make me feel sane

You jump when a little white rabbit pops out from the hole and jumps towards you. it stands on its hind legs and takes out a pocket watch from its waist pocket. "Oh how very sorry that I'm late,"

I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad
The craziest friend that you've ever had

A crash from the kitchen reveals two little girls, twins, that held hands. They take your glass and exchange it for the full bottle. You start to sip more and more, falling down this hole.

You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone

You find yourself mixing the whiskey with tea, pouring more and more in. You set the bottle down and start to laugh as a little dodo bird dances on top of your table. "The Queen!" It shouts

Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong

You take the pills that were on your floor and throw them in the bin. The bird jumped off the table, dragging the pot of flowers off with him that screamed as they smashed on the ground.

Over the bend, entirely bonkers
You like me best when I'm off my rocker

Vision blurred, you set teacups and plates with little biscuits on the table and took away all but two chairs. "Would the Queen like to know that the hatter has arrived," The Cheshire cat said from the edge of your table.

Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed
So what if I'm crazy? The best people are

"Bring him through," You state. From the hoe comes a tall man with brown hair and deep brown eyes. He wore a hat and odd clothing carrying nothing but a teacup and pot.

Where is my prescription?
Doctor, doctor please listen

He sets down the cups and smirks, getting on the table he makes his way towards you and bends down to kiss your hand.

My brain is scattered
You can be Alice, I'll be the mad hatter
I'm peeling the skin off my face

"A flirt as always, Hatter," He grins and pulls out a red rose from his hat and hands it to you. He then walks back to the end of the table, eating a biscuit he also pulled out his hat.

'Cause I really hate being safe
The normals, they make me afraid
The crazies, they make me feel sane

"You know me, My Queen," You blush and call march hare to bring you biscuits. After a few biscuits, you invited the lot to play a game of croquet.

I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad,
The craziest friend that you've ever had
You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone

You took out a flamingo and hit the hedgehog through three cards. Next was the Hatter turn, he hit the ball through the card and hit you hedgehog.  

Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong

Everyone gasps and waits for you to chop his head off but all you do is laugh and carry on with the game.

Over the bend, entirely bonkers
You like me best when I'm off my rocker

A frog comes up to you with a teacup and you down the tea instantly, the taste of whiskey lining your lips. You throw the cup the other side of the room and hit the hedgehog through your window.

Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed
So what if I'm crazy? The best people are

Another frog in a suit comes up to you with a platter of pills, you steady your flamingo and hit the frog to the other side of the room

You think I'm crazy, you think I'm gone

You now laid on the table, crumbs in your hair. Your head spun and spun and you felt numb. 

So what if I'm crazy? All the best people are

This trauma... this... it was too much and now you relied on spiked tea to deal with it. You close your eyes and think... think...

And I think you're crazy too, I know you're gone
That's probably the reason that we get along

"Queen?" Hatter peered over you and held out his hand. You took it and stood up.

I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad,
The craziest friend that you've ever had

He smiled and so did you, you felt a tinge, not the numbness you felt before.

You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone

It was the happiness you felt before the explosion.

Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong

This of course was all in your head. It looked very different from another perspective. Oh so very different.

Over the bend, entirely bonkers
You like me best when I'm off my rocker

You were in a crazed state, your hair frizzed and your place a wreck. When you saw peace, the world saw chaos. Shards of glass layered the ground as you trampled over each shard, thankfully with shoes on. The noise alarmed John and when he went to check on you he was met with horror

Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed
So what if I'm crazy? The best people are

You were on the table laughing with glass in your hands, screaming nonsense.

All the best people are crazy, all the best people are

John had lost his best friend that day, now he fears he has lost you too.

All the best people are crazy, all the best people are

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