jessi.gilbert
As he walks towards the edge he thinks about the choices he's made. Does he really want to do this? Of course he does. He takes a deep breath, steps forward, and lets himself tumble off the edge.
The murders excited him. He loved them. They were what he lived for; and now, a triple muder-suicide. Sherlock was thrilled. Lestrade had made his day when he asked Sherlock to help with the case.
"This new car features heated seats, a sun roof, and a v8 engine!"
"Cut! Great job Larry, people will love the new commercial. Now just to send it to corporate."
"You have a visitor," Watson says.
"Of course I do," I reply, "Moriarty how nice to see you."
"And to see you Sherlock," he grins.
I speak my mind and I get reprimanded. Anything I try to say is cut down and put aside. No one cares to hear what I have to say. They may ask what I think, but they never want to listen to the truths I speak.
Yesterday I visited my grandmother for the first time in years. I was afraid of what would happen since she has Alzheimer's. She didn't remember me. I was crushed.