No beta read so let me know if I need to fix anything.

Extreme angst written at midnight by an emotionally unstable and stressed teen enjoy!


Regulus was a mirror.

He was seemingly care free and happy when he was with his true friends. His brother and his friends. He was mean and ruthless when he was with his roommates and other death-eater-want-to-bes. He was a mirror.

When he was a lone (that was rare) he simply was. Sometimes he would cry. And sometimes he would just sit there.

Why had he become a mirror? It was the safest thing to do.

He didn't have to worry about disappointing anyone when he was exactly as they were. All he had to do was follow the other slyitherins and his parents would be proud.

How long had he been a mirror? As long as he could remember.

He never had the care free childhood others had. Others his age were laughing and playing together. He was slowly dying inside. But that didn't matter. It didn't matter that he was in pain. Unlike his brother he never fought back. He obeyed. He was quite. He was a good student.

Did it take a large toll on him? Yes.

He couldn't even lie to himself about it. The effects were slow acting only showing up once he reached his teen years but they were there. He didn't really know what his personality was or what he liked.

He didn't know how to manage after his brother left the family.

The stress wore on him constantly. He tried opening up to his brother but he couldn't. Some invisible force was holding him back. After his brother left it got worse.

Why had his brother escaped so easily? Why couldn't he? He knew it wasn't easy for his brother but still.

Seeing his brother happy gave him the worst pain. He longed to be there. Be happy laughing at some stupid joke. But he also resented his brother. How could he leave him? How could he seemingly forget about his little brother. The brother who felt nothing but stress pain and sadness. But at the same time he hated himself for thinking that. He should be happy that his brother could be happy. How selfish was he?

He didn't know if the scars on his brother were worse than the constant incapable pain. The pain of his brain.

He was a coward.

His brother was brave able to be truly happy. Even if Regulus escaped from his family he couldn't escape his own brain. He couldn't fight it though. It was easier to just ignore it. Let it be. Stop trying. Be a mirror.

The only indicator of his stress were the bags under his eyes form the nights panic attacks would keep him up and the nights of silent tears. Silent screams. Silent prayers for help. Silent wishes.

Silent.

He was silent.

Sure he would speak but his voice was never heard. His true thoughts were never heard. Never seen.

He was nothing but a mirror. A mirror that you can cry to. A mirror that you can confide in. But nothing more than a mirror. Not a friend. Not a brother. Just a mirror.

A mirror. Something that you only see one said of. The side that reflects, the side that shows everything backwards.


I hope you liked the angst. As always constructive criticism is welcome and any reviews or favorites are very appreciated.

If you want I could probably write angst for the marauders (maybe not Peter as I don't really like him and don't really know how to write his character)