THE SCARS ON MY BODY ● JEGULUS |MARAUDERS|

✰SEVENTY-FIVE✰

THIS CHAPTER IS ALL OVER THE PLACE- I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE, SCHOOL IS EXTREMELY TIRING :/

(I'M MAKING SYBILL 15, I'M SORRY FOR THE CONFUSION, GUYS. I'LL CHANGE THE OTHER CHAPTERS AS SOON AS POSSIBLE)

HOW ARE YOU ALL? I MISSED YOU xx

_____________________

✰ Bailey was actually

gone ✰

_____________________

There was no noise. There was never any noise. Not anymore. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. Nobody cared. Those who of which used to be bright and cheerful children grew up. They all grew up. In those very few moments, they went from children to, well, whatever it was that they were. Robots, perhaps? Human, but also, not human. They were empty.

Bailey. The sun, the light, the joy. Gone. What was the world without Bailey Chambers? Not much, apparently. It was like the second she left, so did everything good about the world. Regulus didn't blame happiness, what wouldn't want to go with Bailey?

Walburga and Orion didn't lecture them on the stupidity of grief like they did when Regulus let a tear slip over his uncle, for Bailey was a respected person in the Black family. Though, instead, they pretended to grieve too. Kathleen Chambers, the twins' mother, pretended. But she didn't care. After her husband's early death, the family name needed to be continued and the only way that was going to happen was through Humphrey. Not Bailey. They didn't need Bailey. She didn't matter.

It was disgusting. The way that they could sit through her funeral, padding their eyes with tissues when there were no tears, giving speeches about moments they'd spent together (none of them seeming to be completely truthful), burying her. The way they could bury her and leave like she was a fly in a spider's web.

In dear memory of

Bailey Victoria Chambers

A loving sister

Caring daughter

Cherished friend

May the light of your heart follow you through the clouds as you fly your way to your brightest dreams, little angel.

Humphrey left. Crouch left. Regulus didn't leave, though, he couldn't leave. He sat beside her grave, his back lent against the side of the stone. Sitting there felt like she was somehow still there with him. He spoke. He spoke a lot. He spoke about everything. The Dark Mark, Humphrey's state. He spoke about how scared he was. He was so scared. The war was bearable with Bailey there, but, now that she was gone, it all toppled down on top of him. The weight was too much, pressing down on him like he was some sort of wooden bridge that was destined to snap. But he couldn't snap. He couldn't let himself snap because everyone he cared about was standing beneath the bridge. If this hypothetical bridge collapsed, it would land on top of them. On top of James. Humphrey. Sirius. Milo. Allie.

It would ruin them.

He knew that he couldn't break. He wouldn't let himself break. The lives of his loved ones were much more important than his own well being. What use was the scarred boy who was slowly losing everything, bit by bit, watching it crumble with his own two eyes? Though, he had to make it look like he cared about himself because, if he didn't, people would worry. There was no point feeling bad for himself and convincing himself that nobody would worry, because they would.