~Shit we got in this chapter~

Violence ✓
Gore ✓
Graphic imagery ✓
Panic attack ✓
Remus being a precious boi ✓
Abandonment issues ✓
Platonic Creative Siblings ✓
Depressed author ✓

Not enough angst??? Idk you decide after reading it!

And there went the last bell.

The day had ended and Virgil meandered out with Roman to try and find Remus.

"Anyway, want to tell me what happened? It can't be a coincidence that you get injured and them Remus doesn't go to any of this classes.. I mean... He could have gone to Iso."

"Iso?"

"Yeah, it is basically isolation. You're not isolated tho. Which is weird. Basically, because the school thinks you're a 'threat' and yeah. It's weird. Other people are there... So it don't really isolated..."

The colour in Romans face began to drop when he realised....
Remus had... A thing.... Let's say...

That had to do with the main people in iso...

Flashback brought to you by my sad ass best friend~

It was a Thursdays and they had had their normal lessons. P.E, English, Science, Drama and Spanish.

This was before the 'incident' had happened so everyone was friends. A few arguments here and there but nothing too major.

Remus want in any of his classes. Roman and Patton went to ask where he had gone. And Mrs Whittington simply smiled and replied; "On. You'll see him later!" And she hurried them off to class

Roman seemed oddly suspicious about this... Patton seemed to believe the teacher though. Patton believes nearly everyone.

The day had finished and Roman was looking around for Remus... He didn't attend any of his classes, or tutor. And he asked Dee and Logan. No of whom said they had seen him.

Trying not to disturb any of the teachers he roamed around the dull corridors. He heard the calls of the choir club and the basketball team - echoing around... And yet still no Remus...

Roman walked around for what felt like hours.

Every sharp breath felt like he was being stabbed by thousands apon thousands of needles.

Tiny.

Painful needles.

But it didn't matter anyway. Roman just needed to find Remus.

As soon as he got down to the West wind, his mum phoned him to come home. Her voice sounded hoarse and coarse. And weird.
Nothing in particular.

Just off putting...

And so he did. He beguiling went home whilst wallowing in sadness.

When he finally got home - his mums were nowhere to be seen. He only heard the soft sound of tears being sprinkled down. Softly falling...

Roman was curious...
And worried...

Was one of his mother's crying?
Maybe something really did happen to Remus...

He carefully tiptoed up stairs. Each footstep mirroring the tears pattering onto the ground. Roman felt shivers fall down his spine as he stumbled through, his socks running against the wooden floor boards.

Until he misstepped.
His foot didn't so glide on the creaky floor board, but rather... Direct impact.

The sounds of cried abruptly stopped.

"Mum? Are you okay?"

No answer...

The door opened, the rusty hinges causing the noise to become more apparent...

And no-one was there.

His mothers' room was empty. Nothing different.
Everything left how it was supposed to be...

Roman then went over to Remus' room.
"Maybe he returned?" He thought.

And indeed. He was correct.

He found Remus tucked in ball in the corner. His face at the wall, his clothes ripped to near shreds. He seemed to be clutching something as tight as possible. His fingers bleeding he was clutching on that hard.

"Hey... Remus? You... You Gucci?"

He got sniffles in return...

"Remus..." He said softly, "What happened?"

More sniffles.

"Remus."

"Remus!" He yelled.

~Silence~

Roman's face dropped, the colour seeping into the tears that fell from Remus' eyes again.

Roman grabbed his brothers shoulder, causing him to wince in pain...

Remus was turned over.

He had two big black eyes, cuts all down his face - the biggest of such being on this left cheek.

When Roman got him to take off his top. (For medical shit. We don't shit RomRem here.) He saw two large bruises on either side of his hips that spread to his hips. There was stale blood that littered his skin. He arms had looked like they had been sliced. But no by himself...

"Remus. Explain. Now."

"Okay, okay. I will. No need to get your pants in a twist. Basically. I tried Frazzels with ice-cream and it was really good. Like. Really really good! You should try some actually! And these bandits saw my ice-cream Frazzels mix and were pissed. Like. Really pissed. And basically they tried to attack me! They used the power of juicy butholes and art block to try and beat me. But little they knew I love ju-"

"Remus..."

"Yeah?"

"Tell the truth..."

"Fineeeee! I fell down the stairs."

"Remus... What actually happened?"

"I told you. I fell down the stairs. The ones my science - yeah those."

"A flight of stairs doesn't do this."

"Three flights do though!" Remus chirped. Still clutching onto something he was hiding from Roman.

"STAIRS CAN'T CUT PEOPLE REMUS! STAIRS CAN LEAVE BUSISES! BUT JESUS CHRIST THEY CANT CUT YOU!"

And as Roman said that. Remus stared to rock again. His body quivering with every breath he took. His wails got loud as he latched on harder. Yet he still didn't shead a tear in front of Roman...

He rocked back and forth whispering to himself. "Don't worry. You're loved. People like you. No-one hates you. They won't find you again. You're safe..."

And now you're probably wondering, what was Remus hugging like his dear life was dependent on it.

A hoodie.

"Remus! What happened? I need to know. I want to help!"

And at that. Remus calmed down. Help?
Those are words Remus hadn't heard in a while...

"Please! Please! Please... I can't go back to Iso! Never let me go there again! I can't take it! Never. Never. Never!"

"What happened there?"

"D-d-dio-o a-an-n-n-d h-is f-f-rie-n-ndssss..." And he burst out in tears...

That was the first time Roman remembered seeing his brother cry in front of him... Of course he did as a baby. Everyone did.

But this was the first time Remus chose to cry Infront of Roman...

And it wasn't the last...

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Everything flashed before his eyes at once...

The pain.
The agony!

He felt like he was going through all the stages of hell. He was being ripped to shreds...

He felt the harsh sting of a belt on his back and the room was filled by its crackes. They ringed around, repeating in his ears again and again.

He felt the blade glide across him. Skimming past the thin blank of skin protecting arteries. He knew they wouldn't last much longer though...

The blood trickled from the cuts, trying to escape the endless pain. At least some part of him would be free...

His vision was blurred, with tears, drugs and blood. The made him fell helpless. Pointless...

He kept shaking on the freezing floor, knowing it would be the warmest embrace he would get.

He felt his screams echo.

Pointless screams.

Pointless.

Because no-one was listening.

No-one was ever there to listen.

What was the point of screaming...

If no-one hears??

And no-one ever did....

Sorry to fuck up the tone. But plz read Fashion Fiesta. It has a shit name Ik. But is spent I shit tone of time on it and I would appreciate if you read it. That's all. Cya :3