Oliver stood there, in the cold wind of a dark starry night, with Katie Bell in his arms. What he imagined, but it didn't really come off the right way...

"What were you doing out here?" Oliver murmured into Katie's hair

Katie looked up and stared into Oliver's eyes. She broke away from the embrace and stared at the night sky with her back facing Oliver, "You saw."

Oliver paused, Did she meant that I saw her slashing...?, "Um... yeah, but... why?"

Katie then turned around, her face confused, "Why do you suddenly care?" Katie uttered, "You never did before... so why now?"

Oliver grimaced, Damn! Because I finally realised that those zappy feelings were love?, "Because you were crying... because you look so... lost..." Oliver paused, and lamely said, "Because you're my chaser..."

Oliver saw something flashed in Katie's eyes, and suddenly her face was white, "Just because I'm your chaser? Your quidditch mate?" Katie paused and closed her eyes, "If I weren't a chaser, will you care?" Katie opened her eyes, suddenly glinting bright with unshed tears.

Oliver opened his mouth, Nope! said his manly-ly-obsessed brain, "Nope!" replied Oliver, without thinking.

Katie's face, if it were more possibly, became more pale. Her body shook, her lips trembled, her eyelids fluttered crazily, trying to restrain the flow of tears. As one crystal tear fell, Katie ran away.

"Fuck." swore Oliver as he sat down on the grass, his head clutched tightly.

Oh no, I see,
A spider web, it's tangled up with me,
And I lost my head,
The thought of all the stupid things I said,

Katie sobbed as she sat on the bathtub, You're my chaser, Katie thought bitterly. Katie looked towards the bathroom window and saw a full moon, she shuddered as her brain took an unexpected history lesson.

"Dont even try to shout," sneered him as he pinned Katie to the wall, "Nobody will hear you, nobody will help you. Hell, nobody would even care if they can hear you."

Katie closed her eyes, tears still streaming out, "No... they'll care, they... they love me..."

He laughed, "Yeah sure. Do loved ones abandon you when you cry in front of them? Moving away from you as if you're a leper. Do loved ones shrink their minds when they see your scars, Katie? Do they?"

Katie shuddered and opened her eyes, unable to take the flashing images of scorn and hate and pity. She saw something hanging so brightly, so peaceful. A full moon. Her thoughts were vanquished when her robes were torn off, "NO!" screamed Katie as she tried to beat him away, "Please... don't... stop..."

"You're weak, you're nothing, worthless." He sneered, as he licked Katie's neck, "You taste so sweet..."

"No... nobody's here without a reason, I'm here for someone, for somebody, for something!" Katie cried desperately, trying to battle the raging wave of the lies she's starting to believe as the truth.

"Yeah, you're here to please me. You're nothing else but a whore. You can't do anything, you're useless, a piece of trash. Rotten." He laughed as his hands groped all over Katie's body.

Katie stared at the white peaceful moon, hating it every second as she continued to be raped. Her strength leaked from the hole caused by the sharp words. She felt nothing, she felt so numb...

Katie took out her army knife and stared at the bloodied blade. She opened a tap, washing the dried blood away, seeing it mix with pure clean water with pleasure. Katie closed the tap, dried the blade and set it against her skin. Let me feel again, begged Katie. She started slashing her arms with long swift strokes. Blood flowed out, beads of it rolling down her arm and onto the pristine white of the marble bathtub. No, I still feel numb, grappled Katie angrily as she now slashed more and more with short slow strokes, deliberately seeing each skin being pulled away so slowly by the sharp edge, and the blood welling out of it.

Katie turned her wrist down and let the blood dripped down to the bathtub. After she was satisfied with the size of the puddle, she opened the tap and saw the clear water became murky with her warm blood.

She paused, then washed her wrist and arm. Katie took off her robes and wristbands and threw them into the clothes hamper. She unlocked the bathroom door, took a pair of new wristbands and climbed into her bed, while wearing them.

Is it worthless never to speak
than to risk your voice
and never be heard?

Katie rubbed her wrist gently, Nobody should know about this... nobody would care. And if they do, why should they? I'm nothing, I'm worthless, I'm not worth their anxiety.

Katie sighed as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, Oliver was starting to head-bang with the goal pole.

a/n: there! finished! Thanks to itefaq, darkmoon-on-dragonwings, ghost and pokElilpupE! To itefaq, I love your story!!!! Update yours and I'll update mine? please? 8D

constructives comments and flames are VERY welcome!!!! weeee! i still think my story sucks tho, compared to toher 8\