A/N: I had an awesome version before this shit, but my computer came down with this 'problem', and I forgot to save it. So...Attempt in enjoying...I guess? Plus, I completely forgot how to spell Aidrian's name! I don't think it's spelled like that! Flame me if you want, but it'll take forever to change. So deal with it. P.S., WOTD means 'Work of the Devil', just in case some of you didn't know.
Rated: R for vulgar language, mentions of forced sex (Rape), abuse, self-harm...And yeah. Have fun.
Marcus Flint stared at himself in deep thought. The razor blade in his right hand was digging into his skin. The sharp pain burst through his chest in desperation to wrench out a scream of pain. The lights in the boys' bathroom flickered gently, casting an eerie glow over the scars on Marcus' arms and torso. His eyes shot down to the words and cuts running down his arm. Words that never were and words that would always be:
Alone. Forgotten. Never-was.
Marcus gripped the edges of the sink, having the razor full-blown into his hand. He jumped up in shock. It was the best thing he'd ever felt... He dug the thing out anyways, 'cause it was the last one he had and he couldn't just go around and ask for one... Before that, he was thinking about the life he had and what he'd experienced. "Rape. Huh. Thought there was more...?" Marcus muttered to himself.
Nobody knows what it's like to be beaten and raped like I am. It's like torture from the very pits of hell themselves! I'm really am living up to everything my father has said! Nobody loves me! Nobody ever will! I'm just a dirty Slytherin that nobody really cares about, but only do because I;m the captain of the Quidditch team, and don't really mind about anyone else or anything else because their problems overwhelm them with such width that they can't withstand the angst gushing from them, and think of no one else because they're sooo important, but no one else is, and nobody gives a shit about them! They're left to rot just like the rest of is in a black abyss that we call life, and no more will they be able to take life with them anymore, leaving it behind, leaving every one they'd ever loved behind as well! There's no point!
"Marcus?"
"Ah! What?"
"Chill, man. It's just me. Aidrian? Aidrian Pucey? 'member?"
"Oh, shut up-"
"WHAT THE FUCK IS ON YOUR ARM?!" Marcus quickly recoiled, attempting in hiding his blood and inflictions.
"What?" Aidrian clutched Marcus's arm and flipped it over, revealing all of the spiderweb-like scars running down his veins.
"Marcus..."
"Please, Aidan! I can explain! Just please, PLEASE! Don't tell!"
"Ah...Ah...I-I won't," He let out a sigh of relief. "As long as you quit by the end of this year. You're only thirteen, Marcus..."
"Yeah. I noticed..." Marcus muttered angrily under his breath.
"C'mon down to the common room...I'll talk to you there...Unless you wanna go upstairs to the dorm and talk with yourself..." Marcus was already out of the bathroom, dashing up the revolving stairs.
Marcus did not appreciate the way the sun drifted in, and shone right on his face. He mumbled something vile and pulled the sheets over his head.
"Fuck's sakes..." He grumbled when he couldn't escape it's warm wrath. Marcus seemed to drift through getting changed, but his jeans slowed him down for some reason. Like he should be aware of his surroundings. But everybody had woken up early to go to Hogsmead, so there really was no worry.
Still not over the scare that could pop up at an moment, he buttoned up his jeans quickly and retreated to the four-poster, just in case. Marcus panicked and flung last night's bloody shirt over his head. His dark hair ruffled so badly, it was hard to even see through it.
He threw two shirts on; one long-sleeved white and a black tee. He had white tennis shoes, but figured his converse would do him better today. Just a weird feeling he had that came over him for shoes.
Marcus quickly laced them, nearly flying out the dorm room when finished. He raced himself downstairs
He slunk along the corridors, not feeling like having any insults thrown at him. So his feet moved automatically to the Common Room ,where everybody who didn't leave ventured off to.
Marcus started ramming his way down to the basement, when he looked back. He had a shaking feeling that somebody was following him. But of course, that was just the constant anxiety that trailed him.
A fragile body was thrown onto the ground by Marcus's pure muscle weight, which seemed rather embarrassing.
"Huh?" He spun around. A smaller girl, same year: sixth, although very tiny for her age, had splayed out on the ground. She had awkwardly propped herself up on her arms.
"Oh, uh-I-I'm sorry..."
"Here," Marcus bent down to help the girl up. He shuffled over when he noticed the blue tie.
"T-This is yours?" He handed her a black book, no bigger than her worn out shoes. As she stood slowly, Marcus was astonished. Her body was so tight...It looked so good on her.
"Um-Thanks. But...You're a Slytherin? You shouldn't be helping out a Ravenclaw," Marcus peered up at her short spiked black hair. She was like a little pixie.
"So?" Marcus said. To his amazement the girl looked straight into his eyes. "Who says I can't?"
"I just thought...Uh-Never mind. It's not important." She sounded as though her oxygen wasn't oxygen, but helium.
"Mm. It's just the way it should seem, am I right?"
"Well, that's what everyone else says,"
"So if they told you to jump from the London Bridge, would you?" said Marcus with a confidence that rang out like bells.
"Probably..." The girl muttered under her breath in a low voice. "I forgot to mention, I'm...Glitch," Marcus opened his mouth to ask why that was her name, but she stuck a finger up.
"Do not, I repeat, do not ask about my name. I am pretty sure my parents were on something at the time."
"O-Okay..." Marcus chuckled. "Um...Glitch," He was so distracted by...Other things. Like the fact that he'd just had a sick thought about her in bed with him.
"You wanna hang out a bit?" Glitch giggled lightly.
"Yeah. I'd like that. Hey! I found this one place, where if you say the right spell, you go through this tunnel, and it leads straight under Honeydukes. You wanna go?" Glitch hopped impatiently from shoe to shoe, waiting for his answer.
"Um-Sure-"
"Okay. Follow me, and make sure no ones watching,"
"Got it." Marcus followed Glitch down the corridors, staying at her side the whole time. There was maybe one point where Glitch had touched his hand accidentally, and he almost lost control over himself. His eyes glazed over what she was wearing; her little skirt, and this shirt that went perfectly over her... It was just so tempting! It was like she was practically begging to be taken into the dorm!
"Here." Glitch had stopped at this stone statue. It's unmoving-ness was so strange...And the forever glares the thing gave poeple... Marcus shuddered.
"The one-eyed witch? Really?"
"Yeah. How I found out, was I found a map that had fallen from Potter's bag-"
"You mean Potterknew this?" Marcus was stunned. How could a pathetic little rat like that have the power to so many wonderous things? Well...
"Of course he did! He knows everything, remember? He's the 'Chosen One'?" She mocked. Apparently, she didn't like him any more than the Slytherins did. Marcus couldn't help but laugh.
"I know? What's the deal with that? Probably some random shit Doubledork came up with..."
"Totally!" Glitch peered up at Marcus. "You're a good friend so far,"
"Really?" Marcus felt like choking back something: That was the nicest thing he'd heard from anybody. Ever...
"Yeah. I've never had a friend like you. It's...Better than what I usually get from people."
"Wow..." He breathed out. That was simply wonderful to hear.
Now I knew I was going to Hell. I was lusting after I girl I didn't even know! Well, barely. She was so tiny, and her body was so tight...I wanted whatever was under there, under my tongue.
I knew she would freak out if I asked her something even related to dating, so I didn't really ask her much. I felt like just losing myself over her. And Hell, if I got to know her well enough, we could really become best friends. And maybe I could stake out at her flat if something happened. So I wouldn't have to go home.
When I was with Glitch, I didn't feel like the blade was the only thing I had left in life anymore.
Marcus wasn't really listening while Glitch whispered the spell to move the stone from their paths.
"Hurry. Before someone comes." Glitch pulled Marcus in after her. He had to duck, which she though was funny. Marcus felt so different around her. Not only the fact he was so tall compared to her minuscule body size, he felt his heart burst when she spoke. It was like hearing the angelic chorus itself! Only reproduced off of helium-high angels.
The stone statue slammed shut after they were in. It was a bit darker than Marcus thought it would be; the only lights were practical torches leading up a staircase.
"You go first," Glitch said, shoving Marcus in front of her. "You're bound to hit your head against something without knowing-"
"Until I hit it?"
"Yeah." Marcus thought for a long time, wondering what a good pickup line would be.
"Marcus!"
"Ow!"
"Warned you..."
"Not fast enough..." said Marcus, rubbing at his forehead. But that bump to the head gave him a thought. He giggled to himself.
"Hold on Marcus,"
"'nother ledge?"
"No, there's a door somewhere!"
"Glitch?" Marcus reached down for Glitch. She'd tripped over something and the first thing she grabbed for was his hand.
"Uh, just tripped. 'm alright,"
"You better be,"
"I am! Jus' pull me up!"
"Very easily." Marcus effortlessly lifted Glitch. She crossed her arms when Marcus looked straight at her; they were face to face and Glitch's arm started hurting. He sighed, having to end his fun, and set her back on her feet.
"You're just so small..." said Marcus under his breath. A lock clicked, and a dim light filled the tunnel.
