avengingshit:

“What do you mean I’m asleep?” John asked bitterly. He blinked against the blinding whiteness of the room they stood in together. 

“I’m not alive anymore, John,” Sherlock smirked. “You saw me fall, you tried to save me, but you couldn’t, could you?”

John hard’s expression turned to one of fright as Sherlock began to laugh turning his eyes to the ground. His laugh turned from light to full out maniacal, and John couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything, he was stuck.

“S-Sherlock, please…” John begged. “You’re alive, you have to be.”

“It’s all in your head John,” Sherlock laughed. “You stupid stupid man.”

“Sherlock, please,” John whispered, before Sherlock began to bleed from his head as he continued to laugh staring at his shoes. He looked up to John with a frightening grin on his face and his eyes were crystal blue, his face growing paler, the blood beginning to trickle down his cheeks.

John panicked, tried to run, before Sherlock came at him, a grin all too like Moriarty’s painted on his face. 

He woke up yelling and crying, and stared at his ceiling until the sun rose, wondering when this would just finally end.

(Source: groovymutants)

“They took the little ones.”

#oh no #OHno #hjnoNO #NONO #NO NO NO NO

(Source: lskywalkers)