"Yes, what?” he asks as he continues to apply pressure on her wrist, a bruise already beginning to form. Another day, another bruise; she really hopes Amos won’t notice this one.

She did not want another person to see her with these bruises, to know that she could do nothing to protect herself from the one boy who was hurting her so bad. She wanted all of the pain, the hiding from her friends and brother, to stop. She wanted to escape, but she couldn’t; she was trapped. She felt so alone, so lost in her solitude, but she felt so helpless, so confused, so hurt.

She looked at him oddly, before pulling her wrist away from him. ‘Great, another person on my back about these stupid bruises,’ she thought as she pulled her arms across her chest, again. “There nothing,” she spoke, “and beside, it is not like it is any of your business anyways, so please, just leave me alone,” she finished, before turning on her heel and continuing to walk back to the castle.

"Tell you what?" She is acting like a child; a child who knows exactly what you want and yet plays dumb and refuses to give it to you, in hopes that they can avoid the confrontation as long as possible.

Remus looks at her shocked. “Surely,” he began. “Surely you do not think it is Sirius, who is hurting her, do you?” There is know way it was his friend. Sirius Black would never ever hurt a girl in any way. Never would Sirius hit a girl, let alone do something that gave a girl bruises and put fear in her heart. Sirius Black certainly had an affect on girls' hearts, but it never had anything to do with fear.

On the coffee table in front of her lies an elegant black rose; every petal in its perfect place; every leave spaced perfectly apart; and every thorn waiting to slice its victim. She stares at it; hating it; wanting so badly to just destroy it. Why would she want this? He gave to her. Why would she want anything that he gave her?