Your on your own, kid, you always have been.

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Your on your own, kid, you always have been.
Summary
Dear Diary,Fuck off.Sirius Black packed his bags and 14 and left without planning. Guilt has been eating him for years causing him to under go mental struggles. After many nights of crying with moony, he feel slike he's still letting everyone down. What should he do?TW: mentions of self harm, eating disorders and guilt.
Note
This story is nothing like 'You with the dark curls, You with the watercolour eyes' where Reg leaves. This story follows the events where Reg ends up staying there and eventually dies. This follows Sirius' struggles from guilt of leaving his brother. This is not meant to be a warm/ cosy story it is supposed to be grim and not happy. I you need help because you are suffering from eating disorders or self harm, please get help or talk to someone. There are plenty of recourses online so you use them if needed. You're beautiful no matter what don't forget that. Thank you for reading if you want.

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I feel bad. I feel very bad. How could I have left him? I should have taken him with me. I cried with James last night. He understood, but deep down he was probably thinking ' how awful of him. Left his brother but saved himself. Selfish.'. I bet Effie thought the same. Sometimes she just looks at James with a certain look. It looks like the look of 'why are you friends with him?' and it looks like James doesn't know. The next morning I had gotten a letter back from Moony. He told me he sent a letter to Regulus and he said he was safe. For now at least. Was I supposed to wait until he wasn't? Was I supposed to wait until he had black and blue bruises and mine were completely healed? The worst part is I do not know. I do not know wherever I should try and bail him out and stand up for him like I did myself, or wait for him to leave himself, on his own time. Everyone around me was convincing me that I did the write thing but I know I did the wrong thing. They didn't have to lie to me. I knew I did the wrong thing. I'm on my own again. I always have been.

-S.O.B