221B Baker Street, that's where I live. With milk in my hand I walk into the door of my apartment, meeting Mrs. Hudson at the bottom of the stairs.
"He's at it again." She said, "Found another case he has."
I sighed, shaking my head, "I'll go talk to him." I handed her the milk, "I'll come back for this."
I took a short journey up the stairs into the living area and there he was, pacing back in forth, trying to figure out how. The death really got to him, the world needs him he would say. There's no one like him he reminded me. He was right there is only one Sherlock in the world.
"I have something." John said realizing that I was standing at the door.
"John he's dead. Let it go."
"No, I really think I have something." He rushed to the desk, searching for something.
"John, let. It. Go. He's gone, you have to accept that."
"He's alive. I know he is. For Christ sakes he's Sherlock Holmes!"
"Yes, he is Sherlock Holmes, but even the best have to die."
"He's alive. I'll prove it to you, to everyone that he is. I'll also prove that he wasn't a fake, I'll prove that he's real." John grabbed his coat and walked out.
I sighed as the front door slammed shut. "I'm trying… I'm trying to get him to stop. I thought to myself. I don't know what else to do Sherlock. I don't know how to get him to stop." I said aloud.
"Just give him time." Mrs. Hudson said handing me the milk, "All he needs is time."
"I feel like he's going to kill himself just to be with him." I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, "I thought John got rid of this." I said pulling out a case of beer.
"You and me both." She said walking downstairs.
I shook my head putting the jar back in the fridge, setting the milk next to it. I closed the fridge door and leaned against it, hanging my head.
You know, one way to get him to stop drinking is to throw it out for him.
I turned my head and saw Sherlock in the door way… Who am I kidding… It's only a ghost… A figment of my imagination…
Throw it out Kathy. You'll be helping him by doing so. The ghost said to me.
"Great, now I'm the one going insane." I walked into the living with the ghost following me.
You know that it's the only way to help him. Do you really want him to turn out a drunk like his sister, do you?
I think I should just drink it. I thought to myself.
And what would that solve Kathy? What did drinking your problems away ever do? I can tell you, they won't go away.
"What are you trying to tell me then? God, I'm going crazy. I'm talking to nothing."
I'm sorry, just get rid of the case Kathy. He said then disappeared. I miss you.
"I miss you too Sherlock. We all do."