It's funny how quickly you can bleed if you really want to. Something Sirius black learned on his sweet sixteenth. He had a giant party planned that he didn't want with people he doesn't know and drinks he probably shouldn't be drinking and music he doesn't like and it's all just too much. It's too much at his already bad home. The mask his friends seem to call a smile digs into his cheeks so much he wants to dig his nails into it and rip it apart. So he's in the bathroom, with the door locked holding the knife wondering if it's worth it. He concludes that it is. The knife is cold against his soft, skinny wrist. He presses down the knife gently but hard enough to draw blood. He closes his eyes and lets the pain take over. Then he hears his name being called out in the distance. From James, or is it Remus he can't really tell with the drinks taking over.
He slightly hears the conversation, tuning in and out of it. From what he can tell his friends are looking for someone, likely being him.
He presses the knife deeper, closing his eyes to accept his fate.
There's a knock at the door.
"Hey, Sirius if you're in here I need you to come out" Remus calls out.
Sirius doesn't know why he answers, whether it's because the alcohol kicked in and he wants to see his crush one last time, or some part of him deep down wants Remus to stop him.
"I'm just using the loo!" Sirus calls out. It's silent for a moment. Then Remus answers.
"Can I come in?" Remus asks.
More silence.
"I'm coming in now, okay" Remus adds.
Then the door is glowing. It bursts open and Remus rushes in. He just stands there staring at Sirius. Tears silently fall down both the boy's faces.
Remus mumbles something and the next thing he knows his vision is submerged in darkness.
***
His eyes begin to slowly flutter open. Once the blurriness of everything is gone, he looks around to take in his surroundings. He's at a hospital. He looks down at his wrist. It looks as though it never happened. Remus is sleeping next to him. Trying to maneuver his way out of Remus's grip, he attempts to make his way to the bathroom.
Attempts.
"Where are you going?" Remus shoots up.
He continues to walk to the bathroom feeling like he's going to puke up all the alcohol he consumed.
Remus grabs a tight grip of his arm not wanting to let him go.
"Why the hell would you do that!" He yells demanding an answer.
"I didn't mean to, I was drunk!" Sirus yells back, defending himself in a downhill battle.
"Drunk actions are sober thoughts!" Remus yells back.
The silence fills the room, making Sirius wish he was successful.
They stand there for seconds, or years they can't tell.
Then Sirius is pulled into a tight hug.
"Happy birthday, by the way, I love you too" Remus whispers as soft as the silent wind itself.
So he did read his note then.