Remus sat alone wondering, Sirius said he couldn't cut himself. Sirius said if he stopped cutting he would be perfect. He had to become perfect in Sirius' eyes. Sirius meant the world to him and he couldn't disappoint him. But, Sirius never said anything about scratching. He could scratch himself all he wanted. He nervously clawed at his legs, and realized it was even better than cutting because it wouldn't leave any scars. He felt painless, and insanely free and relaxed. The stress felt gone even for a moment.
He woke up the next day and looked at where he had scratched himself and deep welts were torn into his legs. It looked as though it could start pouring out blood at any moment, rich crimson blood, the thought tempting him to take off the scarring and watch it flow down his leg. A deep purple bruise surrounded the area where he had clawed his skin off. It hurt so incredibly badly, he could feel the pain all the way up his body.