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THIRTEEN – WINTER OF THIRD YEAR
I sat shakily on the edge of my bed, wrists on my knees, head hanging loosely.
The cold, inviting metal bit into my flesh. The blood slipped through the tiny sit in my skin. The thin blade slipped through my fingers and hit the floor with a small "ping." My eyes slowly fluttered shut.
It felt good to feel. Feel pain. Feel confusion.
Footsteps echoed up the staircase. My eyes snapped open. I pulled the black cloth band back over my lightly scarred wrist. Set my foot on top of the blade and slid it under my bed. Just in time too.
The moment the blade had disappeared into the shadows under the bed, the door swung open and James, Peter, and Remus piled into the room.
James' cheerful grin vanished from his face the moment he saw me. He sat down next to me.
"Hey, what's wrong."
"Nothing." Everything.
James raised an unbelieving quizzical eyebrow. "Sirius, don't lie to me."
"I'm not lying." I'm lying. Please help me. I want out. Please save me James. My best friend. My brother. Help me.
James shook his head and stood. "Alright. You sure?"
"Positive. I'm going to go down and get some supper." I stood. Please don't let me go. I'm lying. Don't let me walk out of here. Make me tell you. Force me to sit down and spill out my heart. Please. Stop me.
James just nods and I exit the room. A tear slipping, unbidden, from the corner of my eye.
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