He paces around the flat and sits at the counter in the kitchen. I go into his mind,"Hello again."
He falls off of the chair next to the counter and winces,"Get out of my head!"
I smirk and leave his mind. He gets up and mutters,"I won't break."
I laugh,"You almost did it before."
"I can't believe this."
"What?"
"Nothing."
I go into his head again,"What can't you believe?"
"Get out of my head. Now."
"Answer me first."
"Why? You're an angel. Can't you just pick your way through my thoughts?"
"I can, but it's more fun for you to tell me."
"Well I won't."
"Fine, then I'll just stay in here."
"Leave"
"No, I think I'll stay here." I look through his memories.
He screams. I look at a memory of when John gets married.
"Get out of my head!!"
"Why? Is it bothering you?" I look at another memory,"Who's Redbeard"
Tears streak his face.
I smile and go a little deeper,"Mind Palace? Really?"
He cries in pain,"Stop. Please"
I look at a memory with Mycroft before leaving, he lays on the floor crying.
He stares at his gun on the counter in front of him.
I watch him closely.
He mutters,"To die or not to die, that is the question."
He looks at the ground, he sighs,"I'm done."
"Time to say Goodbye to it all Sherlock." I mutter.
He gets up and gets a slip of paper and a pencil. He brings the pencil to the paper and writes,"I'm sorry." He cries.
He forgets the gun and drags a chair into the living room. He stands on it while tying a rope around his neck.
He throws the end of the rope over a beam on the ceiling and ties it. He kicks the chair.
I watch and get ready to escort his soul to heaven.
John runs in,"Sh- Sherlock!" He cuts the rope.
I mutter,"Dammit."
"Sherlock. " John gasps and looks at him sadly. He calls 999.
Sherlock gets taken to hospital, immediately wanting to go home.
"John, I want to go home."
"You can't." John says.
"Why not!?"
"You tried t- to commit suicide."
Sherlock sighs,"...dull."
He looks at John,"Why didn't you just let me die?"
He looks at John with curiosity.
"You're my best friend."
He sighs and thinks,"I should of used the bloody gun."
He gets let out of hospital and walks down the street and to an alley.
He texts John:
You can't save me John. Not now. Sorry.
SH
He points his gun at his temple and pulls the trigger. I appear next to Sherlock and gently grab his soul.
His phone screen lights up with a text from John:
SHERLOCK. DO. NOT. DO. IT. I'm on my way.
JW
Sherlock lays unmoving.I begin the journey to Heaven with Sherlock,"Was it really that hard?"
He sighs,"What?"
I smile,"Never mind Sherlock."
"Where am I?" He asks.
"Your on the way to your heaven."
"What?"
"You died... Do you understand that?"
"Was that your plan all along. Get me to kill myself?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"It seemed like a good idea."
"What?"
"To have you kill yourself."
"Why?"
"Well they wanted you out of the way."
"Who did?"
"Well Professor Moriarty did. There's two Moriarty brothers."
Tears stream down his face,"You ruined my life. You ruined my friends lives. Just for somebody else's selfishness!!!"
"It wasn't just them. I got prayers from several others."
"What?" He looks depressed,"P-people prayed for you t' kill me!?" He cries.
"Yes, you're not everyone's favorite"
He shakes his head, crying.
"Um.."
We watch fro above as John finds his body,"Oh God.. No. No.
He looks at me,"You are cruel."
"I didn't make him kill himself now did I?"
He sits on the ground and doesn't talk.
I sit near him.
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His funeral is held and John speaks,"I'm sorry Sherlock. I'm sorry I couldn't save you."
I go into John's mind,"Sherlock is really sorry John."
John looks scared, sad, and disappointed,"This is another bloody trick of his!"
"It's not John."
John cries,"I want my best friend back."
I exit his mind and fall silent.
Sherlock speaks up,"You know the worst part about this?" His voice is shaking,"Life may be a lie most of the time bit I still enjoyed it. I wanted to die on my own terms. It was MY life! Not someone else's! They don't get to choose when I die!"
I stay quiet.
"All this talk about God and his bloody grace. None of its true and it never will be. It's unjust and cruel what you've done. It disgusts me. You disgust me."
I look downcast,"Do you want to know who wanted you dead."
He looks angry,"Who?"
"Anderson, Donovan, Professor Moriarty, Kitty Riley..."
He closes his eyes to hold back tears,"I didn't think they- " He breaks off crying.
"I just want my old life back... I never asked for any of this."
"I'm sorry."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am" I look away.
"I don't believe you."
"Well that's to bad for you." I sit and play with an Angel blade.
"You've won." He stops talking, still quietly crying and falls asleep.
