Previously On Love's Suicide:

As the three of them filed out of the room I was left in silence. It was rather annoying really… just hearing my own thoughts. Half the time not even been able to grab hold of them.

I sighed, giving up, and closed my eyes. There she was again. Hair fiery red, eyes jaded green, cheeks flushed every so tender… she took my breath away by just looking at her in my mind. I felt myself slowly drifting off thinking about her, but it didn't matter. Maybe then I would figure out her name. Little did I know, I did.

"Rose!" I screamed as I shot up out of my bed, into pitch blackness.

Chapter Two

"Rose!" I yelled again, thinking she might just answer me. Nobody did, though. The darkness began to fade as my eyes adjusted and I noticed I was in St. Mungo's. I must have actually drifted off to sleep. I had to have had, because it seemed a lot darker now than it had been.

Rose. That was the girl's name. I could only remember little things about her, though. I knew I loved her. My heart told me that. It ached for her. And yes, I am sure it was for her and not just because of my stab wound. I also knew that she was there when I got stabbed. I was still not sure on how or where or even when I got stabbed, but my gut told me that she was there. I could see her face perfectly; it was everything else that was blurry.

I slowly laid back down, trying to place the pieces back together. It was very frustrating, because there was so many missing spots. It was like trying to play qudditch without a Keeper or Seeker. You are going to lose.

After I finally admitted that I had lost the battle of trying to figure out what happened, I closed my eyes again, hoping I could talk to my mother and father about it when they came.

It wasn't ten minutes later that I realized my bladder was as full as it was going to get without bursting. I jumped up, pausing for a second, almost being brought to my knees, as sharp icy pins prickled my feet. What did they do, paint the ice on floor or something?

When I was able to move, I did it fast, trying not to pause on the floor longer than I had to. Plus, if I was moving fast so I hardly noticed the pain. It was when I stopped did it all hit me.

I knelt over, grasping my chest. It hurt so bad, I thought I was going to pass out right then and there. It would have been awkward for the nurse to walk in and me laying on the floor unconscious. Who knows what people might have thought then?

I did, however, find the bathroom beside the exit door. As I turned on the light, pain flooded my eyes and I had to shrink back, covering them. I hated that. I got use to the dark and now the light wants me to get use to it, too. I sighed letting my eyes adjust for a moment, but had to hurry. Other wise I would piss all in my boxers and I didn't want that. I hadn't done that since I was two and didn't want to do it now.

As I went to pull down my boxers I noticed that I wasn't wearing any. In place of them was a big plastic feeling thing. Was I… could I be… wearing a diaper?

"Bloody Hell!" I yelled as I looked down and confirmed that I was. Here I was, thirteen…seventeen… wearing a diaper. What if the Slytherin guys found out about this? That would be the end.

My next problem was getting it off. I didn't want to piss in it, that was worse than wearing it. I had to get it off.

I finally found two sticker like things on the sides and tore them off, freeing myself.

After I finished doing my business I ran into another problem. I had nothing to put back on. Now, I don't mind going camando, but I was in one of those ridiculous gowns that don't close in the back and it might look very silly for someone to walk in and seeing me without any type of underwear on what so ever. What could I do though? I certainly was not putting back on that diaper and I didn't have any other underwear. I sighed, leaning against the wall. Why did this stuff happen to me?

I walked out of the bathroom, deciding I wasn't going to find any help in there. Maybe they kept extra sleep clothes in the closet by the bathroom; like the Leaky Cauldron. In the Leaky Cauldron they had shorts… maybe they did here, too. Something was better than nothing.

When I opened the closet and turned on the light all I saw at first was extra blankets and sheets for the bed. Now I heard of people making underwear out of sheets, but I wasn't that crafty. I began to search for more.

By the end all I found was an extra gown. I had to do something with it. So I folded in half making sure to get the strings on either side and then I wrapped it around my waste and between my legs. Getting it to stay this way while I tried it was very difficult. I couldn't seem to get the back to stay. These gowns wanted people to see your ass!

After wrestling around with the gown and possibly damaging my wound ever more, I got it over myself. I was very happy when I was able to run across the icy floor again and jump into the warm bed.

Damn… what a night, huh?

~*~*~*~

I didn't sleep a wink after I woke up. My chest bothered me too bad and no matter how hard I tried not to, my mind kept slipping back to Rose. Questions filled my head. Who was she? Where was she? What had happened to her? Had she stabbed me? How awful would that have been? To have the one you love try to kill you.

Then there was a memory. It made my heart fill as if something had stabbed through it. I did grasp on to something right before it faded away again. I got a picture. It was of the girl. She was crying. Why was she crying? Was she crying because I was stabbed? Was she crying because she was about to stab me? Was there something else there? Was there someone else there? Everything was so aggravating.

"Hey honey… I am glad you are awake." My mother's voice jerked me out of my thoughts. I turned to see her and dad walk into the room. She held out a clear cup with two red pills in it. "Nurse Holcomb said they will help the pain."

I sat them on a table, noting to take them later. I would try anything to help this pain. Right then, though, I needed to talk to my parents about something else.

"Who is Rose?" I questioned and my mother gasped and my father cleared his throat. Looking at my mother I saw that her eyes were tear filled and she even let one slide. "What? What's wrong? Who is she?"

"I didn't think you would remember her so soon…" My mother's voice was as quiet as mine had been the day before. My father stood there, just staring. I wondered if he lost his ability to speak like I had.

"I don't really… I just… I'm not really sure how I know her name… but she is who I see every time I close my eyes." I tried to explain to them and by the look in their eyes that isn't what shocked them.

"You did that even before…" My mother stopped there and I was almost afraid to push on.

"Before what?" I inquired curiously.

"Scorp, we have to tell you something. Good news is we get to take you out of here today. The nurse says you are just fine." My father took a deep breath and I had a feeling that the bad news had to do with what we were previously talking about. "The bad news is… we have to take you to Azkaban."

"What?" The air got sucked out of me. Had I heard him right? Azkaban? As in the prison? I tried to ask why, but I couldn't breathe.

"Scorpius… they are saying you murdered her… Rose Weasley." My father went on, tears now flowing down his face. "We tried to tell them… but you were there and the spell had been cast from your wand…"

"Kill?" I breathed, now getting my breathes back in short small huffs.

"We tried…" My father broke down and sobbed, my mother not able to move from her spot, tears also cascading down her face.

The girl… Rose… she was dead? How could that have been? And they think I killed her? I have never killed anything intentionally in all my life… how do they expect me to kill a live human being?

"I loved her… I don't remember much about her, but I can feel that!" I protested, trying to defend my case.

"We know you loved her, son." My dad blubbered through the sheet. "They won't listen."

My breathing was coming easier now that I thought about everything. I had to get out of it. Rose's killer was still out there on the lose and I couldn't let him get away with it. And then it hit me. Rose's killer? That meant… she was dead… Tears stung my eyes at the thought. It was confusing because I didn't know her, (well remember her) but it still had such an emotional impact on me.

"She's gone…" I simply said and shook my head. "I have to find her killer… you have to get me out of here."

"We can't, honey…" My mother's weak voice answered this time. "They have guards here to take you. We were allowed to come in and tell you and give you this." She laid down a grungy orange-ish looking jump suit and (dah dah dah da!) a pair of new boxers. I looked at her in confusion. "It is their law you have to wear it while in the prison."

"No!" Tears again streaming down my face. "I won't go! I can't go! Mum, please!"

"I am sorry." My mother was now crying harder than ever. My father didn't even look alive. "You have a court trail in two weeks…we are trying everything we can to get it moved up."

"Will they let me go?" I questioned hopefully.

"Only if our lawyer can prove you are innocent of killing Rose Weasley." My father finally spoke. The name struck me this time. I shook it off for now, trying to focus on the matter at hand.

"How can we do that if I can't remember anything that happened?" I nearly yelled at him.

"The chances do look slim, but it's the only one we have." My mother tried to explain to me and I shook my head.

"I can't go!" I yelled. "In a cell with other men? Are you crazy?"

"Actually you do get a private room. You will be on suicide watch…" My father informed me and my mouth dropped.

"They think I stabbed myself?" I questioned and my father nodded as he wiped the tears from his eyes. I sighed, knowing I had lost this battle. That didn't mean the war was over, yet though.

"They really don't know, Honey…" My mother tried to explain. "They just want to make sure you didn't do it."

"Weasley? Didn't you go to school with a guy named Weasley?" I questioned my father, now onto what I had caught.

"Yes… he was Harry Potter's best friend." My father explained and I nodded. Harry Potter's son was Albus who was in my house. We weren't friends. As a matter of fact he beat me out of a girl I wanted to date last year. (Or what seemed like last year). All that seemed stupid now that I knew about Rose.

"So you didn't like him… or his kids?"

"Let's not talk about this now…" My father sniffed. "Just go get changed. They are waiting."

~*~*~

How could my life get any worse? I am in prison for a crime that I am almost positive I didn't commit, my parents have their doubts about me winning my case, it feels like I'm dying in here, my chest hurts like hell, I have someone watching me all the time, and the other men down the hall are annoyingly loud. I have hit rock bottom and I can't even remembered what I did to do so. Or what I didn't do, for that matter. I was ninety nine percent positive I didn't do this crime I am in here for.

If only I could remember. I could tell the judge my side of the story. Maybe that would be enough to set me free. Give me the truth serum. That would free me for sure. I just had to remember what happened first.

It shouldn't be that hard, right? I mean I remembered Rose, had I not? Maybe if I just lay down, try to relax, and close my eyes things might start coming back to me again.

I rushed over to the steel bed on the wall and laid down. I adjusted and moved, trying to get as comfortable as I possibly could and then I shut my eyes. I wasn't completely sure what I was supposed to be thinking about or not thinking about for that matter.

I sighed and sat up when it never came. I didn't see why I thought it would work. Rose was probably a one time thing and I was going to go around only remembering thirteen years of my life forever. Wasn't that a case? Could they really convict a kid that thinks he is still thirteen. Looking around me I think I answered my own question. Of course they could.