No more disclaimers.. Fuck em.

A/N: I know the beginning was a tad weird. It will get better hopefully. I can't tell ya for sure. I was tired when I wrote the first chapter so I have to work with it. Oh well! Have a fun time. NOT!

BY THE WAY!! THE SONG IS "RUNAWAY LOVE" by ludacris and Mary J. Blige. I changed the lyrics abit.

INFECTED

CHAPTER 2: Spreading the Infection

Raven stared into the fire. Her violet eyes glowing with dim beauty. Her eyes moved about the common room. Green sofas, green carpet, green everything. Rae liked the color, but honestly. These people were obsessed. She looked at her ripped jeans. They had lyrics written all over. Mainly deppressive lyrics. There was a story behind every word. Looking at them reminded her not to forget...

Little Raven is only 10 years old. Shes steady tryin' to figure why the world is so cold. Why she's not pretty and nobody seems to like her...

"Daddy! Stop hurting mommy! You making her cry!" A young Raven cried.

Alchoholic step-dad, always wanna strike her

"Shup up...you...little!" Her father said drunkly. Reaching for her, Rae scurried away. She ran for her mother.

"Mommy! Mommy! Wake up!" Raven vigorously shook her mother. Her father slowly began toward her.

"I said SHUT UP!" He said angrily. He slapped the small girl and she fell to the floor.. Her mother quivered in fear.

Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises, teachers ask questions, she's makin' up excuses. Bleedin' on the inside cryin' on the out. Only one girl really know what she's about. Her name is little stacey and they become friends, promise that they'll always be tight till the end. Till one day little stacey get shot, a drive-by bullet went stray up on her block...

"Daddy! Please stop! Please! I'll be good! I promise!" She cried. He got ready to hit her again when there was a knock on the door.

"Hello? Irene? It's me! Bobby!" A male voice said.

"So THATS the man you've been sleepin' 'round with!" Her father said pointing at her mother."

"NO! Were just work friends! I swear!"He mother cried while picking up Raven. Raven cried quietly while her mother tended to a wound on her head.

"Irene? What's all that noise? Irene?" The man said again.

"What I'm 'unna do ta you. And you to you brat!" He pointed at Rae. "I'M UNNA HURT YOU!" He lifted his arm in fury. Suddenly the door burst open. A man with brown hair and chocolate eyes stood in the doorway.

"Whats going on Irene? Raven? Are you ok? Your bleeding!" He looked directly at her father. "You... did this..." He stared directly into the other mans eyes. "You... MONSTER!" The man lunged at her father. The two men began to fight.

"Rae..." Her mother called. Raven scurried over to her side.

"Run... anywhere... just go... NOW! Quickly!"

"Mommy! I won't leave you! No I wont!

Her mother embraced her. "Please baby! I don't want to see you hurt anymore..."

Now Raven is stuck up on the world on her own. Forced to think that hell is a place called home. Nothin else to do but get some clothes and pack. She says she's bout to runaway and never come back!

Raven looked at her mother in fear.

"Go!"

Raven bolted for the door. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her. When she couldn't run anymore she sank down and cried. She felt a sharp pain in the back of her head. She looked into a piece of glass and saw her reflection. Her eyes were no longer blue. The tissue behind her eye was bruised and her eyes formed a deep shade of purple. Raven sobbed harder. The only thing that had made her normal, was now gone...

Raven woke up soon after the flashback ended. She was crying. She walked toward the mirror. Her eyes were still a deep purple. The tissue never healed. Neither did her wounds. She felt the back of her head. Sure enough the scar was still there. Along with other various scars. Her eyes would eternally remain purple as a reminder of that night...

She sat back down on the sofa. Once again she stared into the fire. She heard a noise behind her. She looked back. A blonde haired boy stood in the doorway.

"I heard a noise and came to check it out... " He said. "It sounded like crying..."

"No crying here!" She lied.

"I'm not psycotic!" Malfoy sneered

"How much are you willing to bet?" She said defensively "Now, did you come down to be a pain in the ass or will you leave now?"

"I think I'll stay... Thank you very much."

"Fine! Stay! Whatever." She said while lying down the opposite way from malfoy.

"Why are you so upset? PMS?"

"None of your goddamn business!"

Malfoy was ready to attack, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. She was really upset about something. Attacking her would only make it worse.

"Serously, I can help. Whats wrong?" He said

"Just old memories, OK?"

"Mind telling?"

"I don't want to talk about them."

"Ok, I understand." But inside he was frusterated. WHY WON'T SHE TELL ME? Dammit!

Raven sighed. "Look, I'm sorry for acting like a bitch but I just don't like to talk about my childhood. You understand right?"

"Yeah, I do." Malfoy yawned.

"Thanks for trying to help." Raven quickly gathered her stuff and headed toward the girls dormatory.

"And Malfoy?"

"Yeah?" Malfoy got his hopes up. Maybe she'd ask for something of him...

"Where's the first class tomorrow?"

And his hopes fell. "It's Saturday, We don't have class."

"Oh, Ok."

He wasn't going to let her get away. He had to ask something, quick. It just rolled out of his mouth. "Wanna hang tomorrow?"

"Uh... sure I guess."

"Ok, cool.."

She continued up the stairs. Malfoy was amazed at himself. Take that biatch! He was in with Raven.