“You actually know, that this is all in your head, don’t you?”
looks up from his book about bees.
Moriarty’s face is calm. But there’s something playfully in his eyes. Sherlock hates this look. It means, that Moriarty wants to mock him again. He didn’t do that for three whole days now. Apparently, he’s bored.
“Yes. I do,” he says tiredly and takes his eyes away from the unnerving grin that spreads on Moriarty’s face. “Why does it matter to you?”
“I’m just … wondering. Don’t you want to wake up sometime? Don’t you think they are concerned? Gavin - or was it George? - Hudders. And Johnny boy …”
“Shut up,” Sherlock says and closes his eyes.
Moriarty chuckles darkly. “Darling. It doesn’t work like this. You make me talking. You can make me shut up. But sadly, you seemingly forgot how to do it.”
Sherlock growls and presses his thumbs against his temples.
He has a headache.
He can hear the beeping again. It’s annoying.
Won’t stop. Won’t stop like the endless rain outside of the windows of 221B Bakerstreet.
“Why don’t you want to wake up?” Moriarty again. Curiously.
“They don’t need me,” Sherlock says with his eyes still closed. “They need each other. I only make things worse.”
“Ugh,” Moriarty makes. He sounds disgusted now. “Oh wow. You really hate yourself, don’t you?”
Do I? Do I hate myself?
“Shut up,” he says again. The headache gets worse. Moriarty begins to laugh and Sherlock can’t stand it. He takes the gun, which was lying on the table the whole time, in his hand and points it at Moriarty’s head. The gun trembles.
Moriarty raises his hands. “Woah, easy there. Do you really want to make a mess on your carpet, dear?”
“It’s not real,” Sherlock says coldly. “There won’t be a mess. But maybe I will feel better, when I see you with a hole between your eyes.”
Moriarty shrugs. “Do what you want. I’ll be back in a minute.” And he winks.
Sherlock lets the gun sink with a sigh.
Because it’s true.
Moriarty will be back and will continue to torment him.
It’s a circle.
At least the beeping is more quiet now.
Sherlock takes his head into his hands.
He really misses John. And the others.
But he can’t go back.
He will make everything worse again.
People always get hurt in his presence.
And John needs … a better friend.
A friend, who doesn’t make him that upset and angry.
Surely John was angry about the overdose … but he will understand eventually.
And the world outside seems to go a bit darker.
He doesn’t know, how much time he has left.
But it will all end, eventually.
He just hopes, that he won’t have to bear the mind palace Moriarty for very much longer now …