Element ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Drained

"You should go confront him about what happened." Tom suggested.

"I don't know..." I hesitated.

"Come on, Y/N. You can do it." He encouraged me.

"All right." I smiled, getting up, walking over and sitting next to him.

He didn't notice me at first, because he was looking down, but when he looked at me, he quickly turned his attention somewhere else, making my heart throb slightly at his behavior.

"Sherlock...?" I said his name, hoping he would look at me.

No response.

"Sherlock...?" I asked again, my voice becoming weak.

Still no response.

"Why aren't you looking at me...?" I asked quietly, my eyes beginning to sting with the temptation of releasing tears. Yet I held them back.

"Hey, man...stop this, it's not cool. Look at her. I don't know what she did, or why you're mad, but this isn't the way to handle it." Tom said after walking over to us.

"Is that so, Mr. and Mrs. Marriage." Sherlock said rudely, glaring at us both.

"We're not even getting married, dude." Tom tried to say, but Sherlock continued to stare at me coldly.

"Sherlock please believe me...I would never leave you..." I said, staring into his eyes.

His expression saddened.

"Why do you lie to me Y/N...? Have I not given you enough love and affection?" He asked softly.

"What are you talking about? I'm not lying." I stared at him, confused.

The Underground came to another stop, and Sherlock walked past us, quickly getting off.

Frustrated, I reached into my pocket and pulled out painkillers, about to put them in my mouth as tears flooded my face, until I felt a hand on my wrist.

"No, Y/N..." Tom said, gently taking the pills away from me.

"Give it back...I need them..." I begged.

"Everything's gonna be okay. I'll help you get through this, darling. Don't worry." He said, wiping my tears.

When I arrived to work, Tom decided to stay at my workplace until I finished.

He was wandering around the hospital, god knows where he was at now.

I couldn't focus properly at work...I couldn't stop thinking about Sherlock.

I wondered what I had said, or did wrong...what he had misunderstood.

Maybe someone told him something?

After work, Tom and I took the Underground to an arcade. He said that it might help get my mind off things.

It was quite fun actually.

"Where's the mole?!" I screamed.

"There!!" He yelled, pointing quickly, as I hit it's head.

Oh, Wack-a-mole...you never seize to excruciate me.

When we finished, I got a cab to 221b, hoping that Sherlock would maybe listen to me this time...

But he wasn't home.

★Time Skip 1 week later★

It's been a week, and Sherlock hadn't set foot in 221b since.

I had continued my normal cycle of going to work and back, occasionally going on outings with Tom. He'd ask about my well being and all, and I'd always reply with a positive answer, when in reality I was the complete opposite.

I hadn't eaten or slept for three days. All I did was throw up, and my eyes were red from crying.

I layered my clothes, to hide my now thin body and could cover my dark circles with makeup.

I missed Sherlock so much...I missed his eyes...his cheekbones...his smile...his lips...

Tears began to fall, as I was sat on the couch, hugging a pillow, wearing an oversized sweater with leggings. This was the only place I could look like this. Thin, and dead.

I heard a knock on the door, and got up to open it.

When I opened the door I saw John.

His eyes widened at the surprising sight that was myself.

At this point, I really didn't care.

I stared at him blankly, my face pale.

His expression went from surprise, to anger.

"Where's Sherlock?" He asked sternly.

"He hasn't been in for a week." I spoke, my voice cracking.

"You mean he left you?" John asked again, appalled.

"S-Something...like that...I don't know John...I have a headache." I sighed, walking away from the door, but leaving it open so he could come in if he pleased.

I headed for the bathroom and began to choke up and cough, throwing up nothingness.

"Y/N!" John ran over.

"Yea...?" I cleared my throat.

He stared at me, appalled.

"I'm calling him right now." John said, bwginning to dial a number into his phone, as I watched him tiredly.