Thoughts.

I'm an idiot. Well... maybe not an idiot... I'm smart, really... but I don't think. I have the same problem as my brother... I don't think.

Maybe it's because I'm a Black. And I know that my mother doesn't want me to think. My father... well, who know what he wants? He's a mystery, and, frankly, he's frightening (but never as frightening as my mother. She's incomparable.)

But the fact is... I sold my soul.

...And now... I'm paying the price.

I'm paying for my sins... and ending my life in the process. It's convenient, isn't it?

Sirius abandoned me a long time ago (or was it I who abandoned him? - No, it's not important now).

The truth is... I want this.

I want to die.


A/N: I seem to be writing a lot of these sorts of soliloquy/monologue/drabble/ficlet things lately. And oddly, I like them. This was originally in French - to practise my French - and you can find that on my profile (it's titled "Pensées"). It's basically Regulus being... angsty, I suppose. (And I have another drabblething in French - this time for Doctor Who - but I want to check over the grammar and whatnot a few times before I post that or the English version.)

I don't own Regulus or anyone else in the Harry Potter universe.

As always, comments, praise, and con-crit are valued.