September, 1978
He was hyperventilating, struggling for air, dirty strong hands grabbed onto his shoulders. Regulus was being pulled back, his screams echoed the house, not entirely sure of what house this was or where he was. His pointy dress shoes' heels scuffed the dark wooden floor, in attempt to stop him being dragged around by brainless oafs. A trail was left behind him where the dust had been uncovered.
"get off of me you scoundrels" he tossed his head around trying to flee from the other mens grip. His eyes fixated on him, the dark haired and eyed man, they shared similar features but regulus seemed a few years younger and had a much more chiselled face and sharp jawline. Could've been created as a gift to the Greek gods, he was a very charming boy who manged to create lots of attention, not always wanting it but using it to his advantage.
They stared at eachother, an almost ashamed look was on the other mans face. He spat out the bile and remains of blood that was resting in his mouth. The metallic taste invaded his taste buds and he gagged. The deep smell of iron and sweat occupied his nasal holes and he wanted to give up.
He begged for forgivess, to who, he wasn't sure but he just wanted it to end, for it all to end...
He was trapped in the prison other people would call his mind. It was a dark void that no one would dare enter willingly without escaping depressed and begging to die just to be free from the horrors.
He pulled himself out of the nightmare, rolling out of the bed and crashing against the floor.
"fuck"
He scrambled out of the cacoon of his emerald green covers and fell on the comfort of the cold stoned floor of his bathroom.
He twisted the taps, water pouring out of it and splashing the mirror. The screech of the metal and rattling of the shit plumbing caused him to groan, couldn't dumbledor use a charm to halt the awful racket.
He cupped his hands, the ice cold water filling up, mixing with his clammy fingers. He lowered his head, attempting to take subtle sips.
Regulus hoped having a change of scenery would pause the dreams he dreaded. He was wrong, they were more vivid, getting longer, getting much worse.
Such a lonely child, he was that day two year ago, as was he tonight. It was embedded into his mind that he didn't deserve to have the comfort of another soul, otherwise he would've been blessed with them by now.
He lifted his knees into his chest, rocking back and forth against his bathroom floor. He cradled his head along with the rest of his body humming a slow tune.
Sirius sang it to him, before bed and when he had nightmares. Now he sung it to himself, he sat there a while.
The rain patterned against the delicate windows. His ears pricked up at the sound of the wind howling, a fair few minutes past before he could lift himself up.
Smoke filled the dark room, letting out a sigh and inhaling the remains of the cigarette. He tossed the lighter against his bed that was still intact and a mess after not having enough effort to be able to fix it just yet.
It was a calming method that seemed to work very well, his eyes strained and he lost the battle once more. His body fell limp against the creaking floorboards.
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BANG. BANG. BANG.
The abrupt noise rang in his ears, it wasn't the alarm clock he admired. The door was being pounded on quite harshly for his liking.
"black" no response.
"black...... Regulus?"
He groaned, crawling over to the wooden door and hoistering himself up clinging onto the door frame.
His soft skin met metal and swallowed the shiver that crawled around his body. The entrance slowly opened to reveal a very happy bright girl.
He masked his tiredness like he aways did with a smirk.
"you called for me darling"
Her eyes trailed around him and his bare torso, he leant against the frame, arms crossed in amusement.
"enjoying yourself?" he said with his smug cocky tone.
"bugger off, I came to return your robe" She shoved it to him as it covered his abdominals.
"you sure that's it"
She nodded. "of course, why what were you expecting" one of her brows lifted up in a questionable manner.
"a prissy desperate girl at my door of course, was that not obvious"
Her face faltered from a smile to a repulsed look. "you disgust me Mr black" and with that she turned on her heels and fleed from his section of the dungeons.
Wards were placed around the school this year, some children didn't bother returning to the school in fear. He found that absurd, hogwarts was his safe haven and couldn't think of somewhere safer.
He groaned at the boiling water that cleansed his skin. The steam fogging over the little room, he grabbed the minty soap and rubbed it over his exposed body.
As he suffered the company of his mind, one of the many layers and dark voids was filled with a girl.
A seventh year slytherin that he was intruiged by, his mindset was different to all the other girls. She wasn't a mere fuck or another bitch he wanted to get under his belt.
Other than cigarettes a calming method was to sleep with a women, at least then he wouldn't be alone.
No. No. he couldn't think like that.
He had to concentrate on being accepted and his grades. That was his priority, merlins beard a war was going on and his mind was travelling to a girl he had just met. Pathetic.
He wrapped a towel around his waste and slipped on a fresh pressed white shirt to support his black trousers. He sprayed his musky cologne over his chest and left his bland room. A mist of sea shells and the ocean manourvered around his body freely, clinging to hid clothes.
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He sat at the long table, a croissant in one hand and a book in the other as a sign of caution to not speak to him. Not that anybody did.
He took one bite, food wasn't very appetising to him anymore. He survived off mints. Spearmints were always found in a pocket of his cloak, the spice off his tongue was the only thing he could really feel and he gripped onto the sensation.
Regulus chewed on it, his dark eyes scanning the pages of endless writing. His eyes began to blur, he wasn't sure what had caused it. His feet stired, not wanting to cause a scene with all the strength his body had to offer he managed to escape the great hall, collapsing on the ground outside.
He took a wild guess at it being the lack of food in his system or maybe it was his nightmares preventing him from getting the rest he desperately needed.
The last thing he heard was the yelling of his name, his head was ringing and the world around him went mute.
