Music in our veins

MUSIC IN OUR VEINS
CHAPTER 3
I WANT TO FUCKING BREAK IT

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Three hours had passed; it was time to get up. Severus Snape didn’t fucking want to. He had only gotten one hour of sleep and felt less than fine. The only thing that got him up at all was the fact that he was going to have a look at Potter today. The rest of the world could fuck off. He was not going to pretend to be a happy person when he wasn’t. He would never be the sort of guy who would say things he didn’t mean or stand for something he didn’t believe in, that just wasn’t him. Today he wasn’t in a good mood; so he wouldn’t pretend that he was. Simple as that.

He went into the bathroom and did his morning routine, empty himself, today he took a shower, brushed his teeth, shave. Everything one did to look like everybody else. However, once he had picked up his razor he stood staring at it in his hand. Why should he look like everybody else? Why would he do what everyone expected him to do? Why should he be someone he didn’t like being? Today he did not feel like shaving, then why should he? To please others? Fuck that!

In disgust he threw the razor down the sink and walked out from the bathroom before he changed his mind.

In his room he stood and stared at his wardrobe… black robes, same design. Why did he wear them? -Because that would fit his “Spy” personality.

He was supposed to look like that, it was his image. Not today! He wouldn’t have it! Sneering at his dull and ugly robes he searched for a box underneath his bed. He saw it and pulled it out. He blew off some dust, but yet it wasn’t that long since he last used it. Well dust had always gathered around quickly and it would always be a pain in the ass. He’d have to talk with the house elves about it.

He opened the box and pulled out some muggle cloths he used whenever he was in the muggle world. It wasn’t the typical outfit people his age wore, oh no! It was closer to what the youth used, jeans and a tight t-shirt. A shirt sometimes… he preferred that before wearing a costume. Not only was it hot but it also made him unable to move and sit the way he liked. He put the dark faded jeans on and chose a dark green shirt with some black writings on. He was a Slytherin after all. Then again, he would occasionally wear red too. Only because he liked the colour, of course.

After dressing he took a quick look in the mirror and was very pleased with the result. His hair wasn’t greasy, he had taken a shower today after all and his cloth was fitting him perfectly. The only thing was his yellow teeth’s; every student seemed to be complaining about that. They didn’t seem to understand that there was a very simple spell to make them white without any complications. He had never bothered because he knew everyone would stare if he did. Today however he thought it was a good time to try it. He usually did look over his personal hygiene when he was going into the muggleworld. No one knew him there so they wouldn’t care what he looked like. It was always in the muggle world he got his shags too. The students used to say he was still a virgin, if only they knew! He’d probably had more sex in his life than all the marauders together. The stupid Gryffindoirs had had a lot of sex during their later years at Hogwarts, not that they had after graduating with Black being in prison, James dead and Peter living like a rat. Lupin had probably been to heartbroken to even think along the lines. Not that he cared.

He sneered in irritation. He hated thinking of those idiots. It always put him in a bad mood, as if his lack of sleep wasn’t enough. Walking over to a coffee table he snatched up a mint pill and sucked on it as he left his quarters and began to walk to the great hall to have breakfast along with the others.

When he entered he glared at everyone that dared look at him. He hated it how they stared. Was it so hard to believe that he too could look different if only he wanted to? The stupid brats always took thing for granted and if there was a slightest change in anything they couldn’t get their head around it. He sat down in his chair at the head table and was possible seething when he saw his colleagues staring at him too, as if they’d never seen him before. He hated being predictable, he never thought he was predictable, but this confirmed he was. In a dress sense that is. He gave them all his “evil look” as people called it and began to make a sandwich moodily. His movements were violent and his sandwich turned out to look thereafter. He saw Poppy wince but he didn’t care. He scanned the hall while he ate it. His Slytherins tried, unsuccessfully he might add, to act like they had known about the change all along, while everyone else still stared and talked about him with their disgusting little friends. His eyes caught Potters and Potter was the only one who didn’t look surprised nor curious. He simply looked at him. Snape sneered and looked away.

How the hell did he know? He asked himself. Oh right, the potion book. He should have known.He had written a lot of things in that book, not only concerning spells and potions. He wrote about how stupid people were among other tings. Potter must have gotten an sort of insight in his personality by reading that book. He didn’t know if that was a bad or a good thing.

Frustrated with everyone he began to compose another song in his head that he simply had to write down later.

I Want To Fucking Break It

This one\'s for the assholes
This one\'s for the freaks
This one\'s for the stupid fuckers
Trying to keep me incomplete

They can\'t take me outside
They can\'t take me down
They can\'t take my thoughts \'cause
I will smash their face into the ground

I want to fucking break it

Feel this anger building
Feel this blow your mind
Feel this break the silence
I can\'t keep my hate pent up inside

They can\'t take me outside
They can\'t take me down
They can\'t take my thoughts \'cause
I will smash their face into the ground

I want to fucking break it
I want to crush you from the inside
I got no time to fake it
I got no time to waste with your kind

Take this for the last time
Take this for release
This one\'s for my enemies
You know who you are
Fuck off, please

I want to fucking break it

(Static-X)


It described a part of him, a part of who he was. And what he wanted to do. One day he’d show all these people that they didn’t know a shit about him. They thought they knew who he was, they couldn’t be more wrong.