"How many days left.
The pain. I couldn't take it anymore.
How many days left until the pain is gone.
I don't wanna be here-"
I wrote weakly, in my scrawny notebook. The sun still was setting on the horizon of the coast. I smiled.
"I know you're still out there Redbeard."
The cliffs are where I go when I feel alone and need to talk to my friend. We were playing ball here, him and I. I remember he was licking my face and made me laugh. His eyes, filled with fear, stared at something down below the cliffs. I couldn't stop him. He just ran down towards the water. The waves were too strong and their force overpowered me, sadly my brother, Mycroft pulled me out a few minutes after I was found unconscious. I never liked water ever since.
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The Storm will Pass
FanfictionSherlock can't take it anymore. The bullies, the people, the whole world in general. Why does the world have to treat him like crap? All ends when he meets John Watson.
