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Pointless?
He's been coming back less and less. When he does come, he's usually injured, with red around his face. More and more he just comes in and takes me in his arms, and carries me to this other room. He said before that I was going to stay at the other room forever. At least, I think that's what he said. It's hard to tell what he's saying, I only catch the words he's said before to me.
He doesn't talk to me too much anymore. He used to come in hurt a lot, but you couldn't tell much by looking, and he'd talk to be for a long while. I was never sure if he was talking to me, or just talking while he watched me. I felt like I understood him, and I wanted him to know that I cared, but it was like my feelings would be lost on him if he didn't return them. But I can't talk, I've tried. So how was I supposed to see if he cared for me?
I don't much anymore, but I used to do something mean to him. I would leave his arms, running off away from him when he didn't expect it. I didn't wan to see the panic in his face, but at the same time, I did. I had to, because I needed that to remind me that my life wasn't pointless. That there was someone who cared about me, as ugly, and boring as I was.
Back when he hurt without looking like he was hurting, there were certain words he used a lot. Some of them were names. I heard a lot about Snape. He would get so mad when he spoke about him, sometimes when I saw Snape I'd struggle, and try to attack him, but I was always held back. I also heard a good deal about Ginny for a couple of months there, but then he stopped talking about her quite so much.
Now, he didn't talk this person a lot, but when he did he was always especially upset. I don't think I ever caught his name, but I could always tell when he was upset about him, because he always ran the same rapper through his fingers as he spoke, or cried dryly. Now, you might wonder how he could've cried without tears, and I could explain this to you, but then I'd have to conjure an image of him doing so in my mind, and that's not the sort of thing I enjoy recalling.
These days when he talks he talks about Snape in a different way. Before it was a sort of a restrained anger, one he was embarrassed of and appeared to have confided only to me. Now he shook his head a lot more, and frowns. It's sort of a disgusted anger, he has to spit out Snape's name. There are these other two he talk about, apparently this Snape's friends, but I always forget their names. Very similar, they are, except for that one is a boy and the other isn't.
Sometimes, he'll come in, bleeding as usual, but he'll be smiling. This isn't a lot, but it's sometimes, and it makes me happy to know that even though he's returning to me all bloodied up every once in a while, he still has something to smile about. Usually, he says the name Luna a lot, so I think she's who he's happy about, but it sort of sounds like a spell, so that might be it, too. He also talks about the D.A. sometimes, when he's smiling, but he talks about them when he frowns, too, so you never can tell.
There's so many things I want to tell him, to ask him. He's been my only friend for as long as I can remember, I wish I could thank him, though sometimes, when he's especially upset over something, I can see that he's thanking me. He'll pause for a second, hold me close, and whisper my name, along with some other words, "...Trevor."