Come As You Are

Sirius awoke with a start; he hurt all over and had bruises on top of bruises. He heaved himself off the cold, stone kitchen floor and glanced at his reflection in the mirror. His clothes were in tatters and soaked in his blood, suddenly a spasm of pain wracked his body, "fuck" he swore, "I need smack." He then proceeded to take a needle from his pocket and inject a large amount of heroin into a vein on his arm. The effect was instantaneous, he forgot about the pain he was in and visibly relaxed as a warm surge flowed through his body.

Hours later he was awoken by someone prodding his side, "go away" he murmured, slowly rolling onto his side, however as soon as he did this he regretted it, he was still covered in bruises from the beating he had received earlier that day or was it yesterday? It could have been weeks ago for all he knew, he definitely wouldn't put it past his family to leave him lying on the kitchen floor for that long. He opened his eyes groggily and as they focused found himself staring into the eyes of Kreacher, the families house elf. "Fuck off you bloody elf" he croaked before a coughing fit racked his body, he really should stop smoking, both tobacco and smack. He slowly opened and closed his eyes, the bloody elf was still there, "I said fuck off" he growled.

"But sir, Kreacher can't, Kreacher must clean up the mess you've made of the Noble and most Ancient House of Black, you ungrateful little maggot." The elf replied, scathingly. Sirius looked around, the kitchen certainly was a mess, blood was splattered up the walls and vomit lay in puddles on the floor, he, himself, was lying in a mixture of vomit, blood, urine and semen. "Semen? What the?" he muttered, before remembering what had happened earlier. "Oh fuck, he didn't, not again, oh shite, oh shite, oh shite." Sirius repeated to himself over and over again. "I need to get out, I can't do this anymore, can't pretend, Magic damn Merlin fucking wizard almighty, is there anyone out there? Ah, shit, shit, pleaseÉhelp me, please. I'm so tired of crying, bleeding and dreaming. I want to get out. I need to get out." Sobbing silently to himself he pulled a small hand mirror from his tattered pocket and croaked "James Potter" into it.

A/N hey, I honestly don't know where this came from, it's so angsty! Sorry there's such a big gap between chapter 1 and 2, it will be filled gradually with flashbacks and suchlike in later chapters. Please review, I appreciate any feedback, good or bad.