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prairie madness (or how to pay for the poison in your veins)

Summary:

Regulus Black tried. He really, really did.

But in the end, what could he do against the voices and the urges and the perpetually present hole inside of his chest, how could he fight it? He wasn't that strong.

So he was eight, then twelve, then seventeen and then he gave up. That's what he always did, according to his mother and father. Sirius could tell them differently, but he wasn't there. He hasn't been for a long time.

And Regulus was tired.

(Or, Regulus Black goes to a mental institution broken, unloved and as a result of actions he only remembers bits and pieces of.)

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Chapter 1: gloria

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Screaming.

Withered rose, standing upright only by with the help of the vase, glassy and moldered specifically for him.

Blood.

All the water evaporated and he is so thirsty, the stem is yielding and not it not the blossoms can't keep on going in the glass prison in so they wither and die, slowly, but in pursuit of freedom.

Pain.

He should have been like a rose.

So much blood.

But he is a cactus.

He has something in his hands.

Hope vanished with his reasoning, his veins are empty, he is aimlessly wandering the desert of his mind.

The screaming won't stop.

So thirsty.