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Ok here is chapter 2. I must let you know that I was feeling lonely when I wrote this and the last chapter so that is why they are so dark HOWEVER the next chapter will be rather FLUFFY!!! -

I'd like to apologise if this or the last chapter upsets anyone, I mean no harm. One of the reasons these 2 chapters are quite dark are because I am trying to get deep into Severus' thoughts and feelings.

Thank you for all the reviews, I love waking up to emails!!! I feel loved!!! Anyway, this is it; please leave a review but no flames please!!!

To Draw Blood

A lost, alone and confused, greasy haired chaired sat inside a fourteen year old boy who looked like he had, had all the bad things that could possibly happen to anyone, all compressed into his young life. The child began to drown the boy from the inside, fear, regret and trepidation filled his lungs and heart. Nothing else mattered to him at the moment apart from surviving, ending the internal pain raging inside of him.

His friends hated what he loved.

What he loved, hated his friends.

Who he hated, loved what he did.

The boy inside of him cried in fear of the summer; the adolescent welcomed it. To leave one place where he was tormented and tortured daily to got to another where he was neglected and non-existent. Severus Snape felt like he was torn in so many ways, not just about them. Why did he have to feel like this? His long, pale fingers climbed up his arm, pulling back his black robes as they went. Out of her sight, and a place where she would never see unless… no he wouldn't venture there, too much heartache. His nails pieced his skin at the same time that a single tear reached the fist bump of his long, crooked nose.

He barely winced as he began to draw blood.

Within him the boy cried and rattled the invisible bars that imprisoned but protected him. He screamed and stomped his little feet demanding his imprisoner to cease his self harm. Severus could just about make-out his own screams deep down inside of him: IS THIS WHAT SHE WOULD WANT?!?

The answer awoke him and sent a shudder throughout his body; he retracted his hand from his arm. It was not what she would want. He realised that she influenced everything she did or didn't do; everything he did he did for her, and probably always will do. Maybe if this feeling was requited, then he would feel elated by this thought. The fact that it wasn't made him even more depressed. He fled the dungeons close to tears and nearly ran straight into her. She was looking over her shoulder, shouting thanks to the potions master, clutching a variety of ingredients protectively to her chest. Severus flattened himself against the cold stone wall, hiding in the shadows, content on just watching Lily Evans float by him.

How is it that when you come to type it up, it's really short? Thank you for reading, please review. Again, I apologise if I offended anyone, I did not mean to at all. Coming soon: "In Spite of his Heart" – I promise it is much lighter than the last two. Please review.