Chapter 1
The alley way Regulus black lay in was cold and damp, no warmth had ever touched this strip of world. distant cries and howls of drunken life, echoing off the concrete walls causing new headaches to erupt in his forehead was something he had grown used to.
Regulus had been homeless for 3 weeks now and it's killing him, he's falling apart in every possible way, he wasn't built for this. no one was.
A crash of shattering glass nearby had him curling further into himself than he thought possible
He lay has still as he could when load footsteps drew nearer and nearer.
"i'm not here i'm not here i'm underneath the ocean right now , underneath the sea floor buried deep, no one can see me no one can feel me i don't exist here."
His mind was repeating the only thing that would keep him sane, that had kept him sane living in the house of terror he'd grown up in. that he had shared with his brother before he finally left, and everything turned to stone. before the windows froze over completely and everyday was pure pain.
He lay there in the ally with the approaching footsteps, his blurry eyes just making out two shapes. “don't hurt me, please, just kill me” regulus willed defeat wrapping around his body as a hand reached down and held his shoulder, shaking him the slightest bit. he hadn't eaten in 3 days he couldn't move even if he wanted to, he was giving up shutting down like he always did when something he saw as impossible stood in front of him. And regulus hated himself for it.
“Hey, hey you okay”
It was a soft voice, a woman's voice that carried a warmth regulus craved.
“Hey Mary, i think this guy needs help”
“Huh”
“Hes shaking kinda I'm worried”
“Probably taken to many fucking dru- wait why does he look so fucking much like Sirius I'm gonna shit myself”
Regulus could feel hair being brushed out of face ; more startled murmurs were wafting past his ears but his brain was too busy falling apart. Sirius; it had been so long since he had heard that name. To long. A deep aching feeling tore his chest open. There was craving, a desperate need, want and hate. so much hate with to much love, heartbreaking love shaped as a knife he could feel on the crook of his neck every-time he moved.
It was all white hot, and the damp concrete was burning him alive, all regulus could do was give his mind to the descending darkness, covering him like a cold blanket.