What I Want?What Do I Want?I was asked that today. Well let me enlighten the curious.What i want is to disappearWhat i want is to fade away.What i want is to live in a world with no painWhat i want is to inhabit a body that feels no painWhat i want is a healthy mind, body and soul.What i want is the freedom to be who i am.What i want is to longer see the hopelessness when i look in the mirror.What i want to see is a reflection of someone whose healthy, whose happy, whose free.What i want is a chance to be careless, carefree.What i want is a chance to be who i want to beWhat i want is to longer hide in the dark.What i want is the inability to shed tears.What i want is to simply cease.What i want is for my mind to stop the torment.What i want is for my body to stop dieing around me.So i reply what do i want?What i want is to be free.
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 15 When you and Sherlock arrived at the address that John had given you, John was waiting impatiently outside of the police tape with his arms crossed. The tape covered a small area in the front of a little shop, but the crime had apparently happened inside as most of the people were walking in and out of the shop. Sherlock found it rather odd that this was quite near Mr. Braginski's apartment, and that in the course of following him, he often passed this shop. An ambulance and numerous police men dotted the area while the forensics team was mostly gathered in the center or inside the building. In the back of the ambulance sat a trembling woman, around seventy and likely the owner of the store, who was trying her best to tell an officer what she saw. On the inside of the building, as the three ventured to the back which seemed to hold a storage room, nothing looked out of the ordinary. Nothing was out of place, every shelf and rack was filled with trinket