THE SCARS ON MY BODY ● JEGULUS |MARAUDERS|

✹FIFTY FOUR✹

WRITING LOTS OF REGULUS POV CHAPTERS WHILE I STILL CAN...ALSO, BLAME Deadlyfreddie FOR LOTS OF THE UPCOMING PAIN, THEY GAVE ME IDEAS, IT'S NOT MY FAULT.

***BEEN UPDATED SINCE ORIGINAL PUBLISH***

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✹ The freaky thing about

nightmares is realizing that they 

were created

in your mind  ✹

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706 DAYS LEFT.

Regulus,

Hello, friend. It's Humphrey. Bailey is out again. She's always out with this new boyfriend of her's, do you know who it is yet? She still won't tell me.

You're not fine, stop lying, you twat. Look after yourself, please.

I love you too, weirdo.

HC

Sleep is an odd thing. Some people see dreams of beautiful fields and flowers, the bright stars lighting up the night's sky, loved ones by their side, but some do not. Some see such terrible things that they fear to speak of it. What is a nightmare? It is used in many different situations. Life, sleep, future, past. 

For Regulus, it meant nights of endless terror and fear. Torture and pain. Loss and death. Yet, it was all in his mind. He would soon awake to his cold, dark bedroom with a sleeping Bartimeaus in a makeshift bed on the floor, wind creeping through the open window which made the curtain float higher and higher.

He let out a sigh and fell backwards onto his elbows, wiping a layer of sweat from his forehead with one hand. He doubted he would be able to sleep again that night and so he turned to the clock on the wall. 5:42 am.

"Can't sleep?" Said a rough voice from the opposite side of the room, "It's me, you idiot. Don't look so scared." Crouch sat up onto his elbows as well and looked at him with tired eyes.

"What d'you want?"

"Nothing, just can't fall asleep. What's with you?" 

"Oh...just can't fall 'sleep..." Crouch snorted quietly and rolled his eyes, Regulus could just about see him in the dark.

"Funnily enough, I think I might have guessed that. C'mere."

"What?"

"I said, come here. Are you deaf?" Regulus held back a groan as he climbed out of bed and made his way over. He patted a spot beside him on the bed and started ruffling through his trunk, looking for something.

"What're you doin'?" He noticed a small candle on a box beside them and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Looking for something." Well obviously, but what? It was way too early in the morning and therefore Reg's brain wasn't working all too well. "Aha, here we go." He pulled out an old-looking book and opened it up. Reg looked at him oddly, but Crouch did not react. He simply began to read, his low voice the perfect volume in the late night and the only light being from the orange candle.