A/N: Had to do something about John's (hopefully) extremely guilty conscience.

What do you do after you kill your friend?

Every time you close your eyes, you see that expression, him asking why.

And you can't answer. Ever.

You know sometime soon, you're going to get a call from Lestrade, saying Sherlock's dead.

What do you say? I know, I killed him?

That would be…unpleasant, to say the least. It would be easier just to end your life now.

You're your own worst enemy.

That's what he would say, with his suicidal tendencies. He always thought he would be the reason he died.

Not you.

You need to die.

To forget.

A/N: Thanks, folks! That's it. Poor John. Okay, please review, and tell me if I should write a story about why this happened, and what happens to John. Bye!