Chapter 3

Remus

Going to the Cat Scratch Club had become a part of my night. It had been a month. Tonight she wasn't there. Misty danced over and handed me a paper. It read:

Will I lose my dignity
Will someone care
Will I wake tomorrow
From this nightmare?

I'm in the hospital.

Mimi

I stormed into the flat.

"What's with the racket, Moony?" Sirius asked rubbing his head.

"Hermione's in the hospital," I said.

Someone knocked on the door. I opened it. Misty stood in front of me. She handed me a notebook and walked away.

I opened the notebook and saw lines of poems or songs written in it. The first to catch my eye was:

Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.
Without you, the stars roar the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.
The world revives, colors renew, but I know blue, only blue, lonely blue, within me blue.
Without you. Without you the hand gropes, the ear hears, the pulse beats.
Without you, the eyes gaze, the legs walk, the lungs breathe.
The mind churns!
The heart yearns!
The tears dry, without you. Life goes on, but I'm gone.
Cause I die, without you.
Without you.
Without you

A few pages later another caught my attention.

Don't breathe too deep
Don't think all day
Dive into work
Drive the other way
That drip of hurt
That pint of shame
Goes away
Just play the game
You're living in America
At the end of the millennium
You're living in America
Leave your conscience at the tone
And when you're living in America
At the end of the millennium
You're what you own
The filmmaker cannot see
And the songwriter cannot hear
Just tighten those shoulders
Just clench your jaw till you frown
Just don't let go
Or you may drown
You're living in America
At the end of the millennium
You're living in America
Where it's like the Twilight Zone
And when you're living in America
At the end of the millennium
You're what you own
So I own not a notion
I escape and ape content
I don't own emotion -- I rent
What was it about that night
Connection -- in an isolating age
For once the shadows gave way to light
For once I didn't disengage
Dying in America
At the end of the millennium
We're dying in America
To come into our own
And when you're dying in America
At the end of the millennium
You're not alone
I'm not alone
I'm not alone

The notebook was completely filled. I looked at the cover and saw Viva La Vie Boheme, Actual reality -- Act Up -- Fight AIDS, and No Day But Today written across it.

She had it right.

No Day But Today.