It was my birthday, on the 29th! I'm officially the age of 17, now! Yay! One of my birthday gifts was getting my hair done. I now have orange hair, whoooo!!! My buddy Geda has pink hair, mine is orange... now to get Jen with some green or something.... hmm.
CHAPTER FOUR
By: The Demonic Duo
Remus slammed the door shut, causing the slam to echo throughout the hall. He couldn't be bothered with caring, he was more worried about the boy who was following him. First, he invaded his privacy and personal space by comming into the bushes and then he follows him? Remus didn't like that at all and was suddenly nervous. He half expected the ebony haired stalker to come and open his unlocked door. To do what, he didn't know but Remus felt his stomach twist in unmistakable fear. How had he let the situations change? He had the upperhand, and then it all slipped through his fingers like water. The stranger was afraid of him...
No.
No, he wasn't. Remus looked out the bars and backed away gingerly. The other young man was not afraid, this is why he sat beside Remus, closed his eyes around him! After he attacked him for the first time. Remus didn't understand, so he made a second effort and recieved a painful bump on the head. Why did the slightly older man act the way he did? What caused his actions? Remus opined that the other young patient was truely here for insanity and not simple riddance from the family.
Remus lowered himself onto the mattress and gripped the airy pillow fimly in his hands, feeling the cool material and venting his evident frustration. He didn't understand people, he didn't want to comprehend them, their goals. His goal in life certainly wasn't anything, let alone a sociologist. The absurdity of that profession was almost laughable. Almost.
He pressed himself against the bed, lying on his stomach. Sinking his face into the pillow, Remus breathed in deeply. Inahling the scent, he realized that it no longer smelt as it did when he first arrive. It smelled of him, his home. It didn't bring much comfort as one would suspect. He rather disliked his house, his family and everything that had to do with them. The only thing he appreciated them for were his books. His marvelous volumes of stories and facts; one of his favorite being The Big Bad Wolf, by James Patterson.
Remus rolled onto his back and hugged the pillow to his chest, miffed that he could only stay immobile for so long. For being such a recluse he sure got his involuntary exercise.
He sighed, closing his eyes and thinking over the day's events. It had started off well enough. He was served breakfast in his room with silent company, whom he chose to ignore. Lily Potter, the red-headed nurse, sat and watched him eat and perhaps that was the single thing that bothered him about it, the staring. It unnerved him, being the center of a person's attention, especially while he was eating.
After Lily collected his tray and eating implements, she left and secured his door. For hours he'd lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and gazing off into space. He often times thought about what life would be like if he were a different person. One thing was for sure, he'd probably be a woman. A dull librarian who checked out books and distributed flimbsy paper bookmarks, a nerdy husband waiting at home....
Thinking back on his life, Remus remembered skimming through magazines with pictures of beautiful people. The men and the women with their smooth skin and beamy looking hair, but Remus only found one sex appealing. The same sex, same gender.
He lightly considered himself abnormally strange, the oddest of weird. Remus never spoke, hardly ever left his bedroom willingly and had a high tendancy to lash out rather violently. On top of that, he was homosexual. Yes, life as a boring woman with a dull job would be better than an unfit and antisocial, gay teenager.
Right, back to his scheduled day...there was lunch time, where he was escorted out of his room to the cafeteria. A loud hum of voices and clinking of silverware greeted him as he stepped in and struggled mildly against the nurses's firm grip on his shoulders. People glanced up, and it seemed only few conceived him actually being there. Others looked as though they didn't see him, and glanced right past him at the doors.
Remus was directed to a table and forced to sit with three others, two of them having trouble even picking up their sandwhiches. He stared at them akwardly, and frowned when the nurse asked him what he wanted. What he wanted was to go back into his room. He didn't feel hungry, and he definitely disapproved of the way they forced him out here. When Remus didn't answer, he sighed and left for the food window. The man returned and deposited a tray onto the table's surface.
"Eat your food, dump when you're finished and be sure to hand in the silverware." He instructed. "After you're done, you're to head out to the garden and stay there until the buzzer rings, okay?"
Remus didn't give the man a verbal response, nor did he glance up and nod. He sat very still, staring at the alien contents of his tray that was considered his lunchtime meal. He picked up the top bread slice from the sandwhich, the entire thing staying intact. Only after holding it up in mid-air for a while did the sandwhich ooze apart and drop with a disgusting thud. Remus frowned. It was a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich, the peanut butter side sticking horribly to the tray while his left hand held up the jellied bread.
He curled his lip up in digust and dropped the sticky item. Dragging his fingers across the napkin, he inspected the damage done to his fingertips before picking up the safe looking glass of milk. Or it had been safe until he noticed an insect, of some sort, floating on the surface. Remus scowled and put the milk down, forcefully, staring at the mutilated food in front of him.
Remus turned his focus to where he noticed a trashcan and stood up, carting his tray and dumping it. Unfortunately he forgot about the silverware and had to reach in and grab them. In the back of his throat sounded an unhappy noise, he had some type of left over food stuck to his hand.
Throwing the tray in the window, he handed over the silverware and left, ignoring the indignant shouts. Walking over to the nurse that brought him here, he pushed his unclean hand into the gentleman's face. The poor man looked at the hand, inching his face away from the foul substance on Remus's hand.
"You need to wash your hand?" The man asked, dumbfounded. Remus nodded irritably. "Don't you know where the restrooms are?"
Remus growled, shoving appendage closer. The nurse stepped back and gave him a look, as if finally understanding that Remus was very much new to the place.
"Okay, okay I'll show you...." He said, putting his hand on Remus's shoulder. When the patient ripped his shoulder away mutely, the nurse didn't pursue any more contact and led the way to the washroom. He opened the door for Remus and leaned against the wall for him to finish. This way he could lead the way back and introduce him to the gardens, where most patients were sent to go after meal times.
Remus put a hand under the faucet and was surprised to see the water spurt out immediately. It was then that he noticed a small red censor. Smiling mildly, he pulled his hand out experimentally and was amused to see the water cease. He completed washing his hands with the same fasination and dried them quickly, using the paper towel he used to open up the grimey bathroom door. (All people don't wash their hands you know, it's filthy!)
He gave the nurse a startled look for still being present and the stranger gave him a smug smile for getting some... less violent or rude reaction out of Remus before beckoning him towards the outdoors. Remus stopped at the door and gave a loathing look at the garden. There were numerous trees trying desperately to hide the awful wall that surrounded the place, unostentatious flowers ornating other areas and a sandy playbox for children. The light was shining brightly on those whom were enjoying themselves and Remus's stomach gave an involuntary lurch of regret.
None of the others seemed to wallow in constant misery, they almost seemed normal. Of course, here he was living in a morbid lifestyle that only at times like these did he want to be normal. Only at occasions in which he could observe the better half of life. The half he didn't have.
Remus was a masochist, he knew it well. Half of himself liked the pain and anguish he put himself through, but still deep within him he wanted peace and softness in life. The imbalance causing continuous confusion within himself.
Remus just didn't know what he wanted....
He was pushed abruptly outside from the nurse, who gave him a jovial smile when he closed the door. He glowered back and turned his head to view the vicinity again, dropping the paper towel he had clutched in his hand.
Remus then caught sight of the bushes against the wall, interested. It separated the two doors labled EXIT A and EXIT B. He treaded cautiously towards the curious type of evergreen and felt his nerves simmer to see a minimal amount of space behind them. The shrubs were planted in an odd type of arc which remained close to the building by about a foot's space. It was enough for Remus and he climbed inside, ignoring the scratching and itchy feeling the needles gave him.
He settled carefully onto his bum and grinned slightly when he realized that he couldn't see out of the shrubbery. This meant no one could look in either, so he was safe.
Or at least he thought so until that stranger, stalker, came in....
Remus grit his teeth and rolled over once again, throwing the pillow against the wall and sitting up. He bit his lower lip roughly, drawing blood. Bringing his finger to his mouth, he touched the intentional laceration and pulled the tainted fingers away. Smiling, he licked his fingers clean but left the downfall of blood run down his chin and onto his shirt. It would have been meaningless to lick his lip, the blood would have just kept comming. Remus didn't need some sick addiction to his own blood.
His thoughts led back to the black haired patient he met before. Oh, how he wanted to sink his nails into him... the false innocence and the deceptive beauty. It made Remus sick, but oddly fascinated. Why was he following, Remus? What sort of appeal was there in it that he felt that he had to follow him?
Remus went ridged. There was the scraping again, the same blonde from the night before. He was there to startle Remus, but unknown to the intruder... the door was unlocked. The nurses forgot to stop by and lock up, he was so quiet and... innocent? Was he innocent? Hardly. Clearly they forgot his presense. Poor unnoticeable Remus Lupin....
Sneaking closer to the door, he settled his hand onto the knob. He mildly wondered how the twit got out of his rooms at night, when patients were generally locked in their rooms. The scratching stopped, and he looked out the window. Sure enough, the same boy from before popped up with the same shriek. Silly boy, Remus wasn't fragile tonight. In fact, he was in a rather bad mood.
Wrenching the door open, Remus stepped foward menacingly and showed his teeth. Crimson covered teeth and led a trail of warm blood to his clothes. The plump blonde gave a shocked yelp before scrambling off quickly. Remus watched him leave with a delighted and feral grin.
He could taste the fear...
Remus returned to his room mutely, closing the door.
...and he liked it.
TBC.
Aah, so the higher truth about Remus is revealed. His sadistic and masochistic side, yes? Very yummy....
Mary's convinced that the manga "Boys Next Door" has gotten to be, but it's nothing like that!
The Big Bad Wolf was another excellent book by James Patterson. I love his writings and I chose that one in particular because of the title. Generally in the original Harry Potter books, Remus is obviously a werewolf. So I figured, why not?
Oh, and for the record? I have nothing against librarians! My friend Jen would like to be one and I have absolute respect for them. I promise.
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