A/N: this is the first Sherlock Holmes story I've written in years. I might make it a two shot but I feel like it sits well the way it is.

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He sits on the edge of a precipice. Letting his own thoughts leading him to many places, yet none quite as horrendous as his own mind is at the moment. The room is chilly, the fire long gone out; And he supposes Watson has been asleep for hours already.

The seconds pass achingly slow, and Sherlock Holmes wonders for a second if he's gone mad. The void beckons to him, and he longs to join it in its absolute solitude. The darkness has passed upon his soul before, but never quite so strong.

His mind is racing despite sitting on the edge of what feels like a cliff. And suddenly, he is in his room; Standing before the wash basin, his shaving razor in hand as he drags it slowly down the length of his arm. The metal is cool against his skin and he can feel the blood slowly dripping, soaking his arm and pooling onto every surface available. He smiles at the sight, as if he were greeting a long lost friend. In a sense, he is.

Swirling around him are vague sensations and thoughts. The closing of a recent case, the newspaper this morning, coffee with Watson. They drift around like drug induced dreams and he wonders for a second if he may have shot just a tad bit too much cocaine. Or was it morphine? He doesn't remember.

And suddenly, he's jolted outwards of his body. Floating upwards towards nothingness yet still firmly grounded upon the earth. His eyes are glazed, and it feels like his mouth is a desert, yet in the recesses of his mind, Sherlock Holmes doesn't care.

He can see himself in the mirror, and isn't surprised when it speaks to him.

"Do you want to die?" His mirror self asks him, and he doesn't respond.

He can see the black moons in his eyes as he continues to stare at his reflection, his arm bleeding out beneith him, yet his awareness elsewhere.

"Do you want to die?" The person in the mirror asks again, and all he can think to respond is

"I don't know anymore."