Omgsh! I'm so sorry about the bad file upload. I was not paying attention at all! Thank you Lena for letting me know! hahaha, I'm such a dork! More chapters to come! My goal when I'm off saturday is to edit more! :)

"We're all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life."

~Tennessee Williams

Faster

Lengthen Your Stride

Reach for it

Breathe In

Breathe Out

Faster

Demands flooded through Scarlett's mind as she paced herself around the Quidditch field, her heart was racing. Only one thing was on her mind, burning all fat to nothing. Running made her feel good, made her feel alive. Empowered her to feel like she could take on the whole world by herself. She glanced at her watch, just turned 6 a.m.

"Only two laps to go…" she groaned to herself as she widened her stride once more.

"Make sure you stay nice and pretty for me, Letta."

"You know how much I love your blonde curls, reminds me of your mother..."

"Watch how you stuff your face when you're away…"

"Words...just words…" she nearly choked to herself, bracing herself for her final lap, "Just a little further, then I'll be fine…"

She was nearly there, she could feel that last second adrenaline bursting through her veins, pushing her to run faster. Would she really be okay when she stopped running though? Was this all really worth it? Every morning she dragged herself at the crack of dawn, no matter the weather. Ready to run her ass completely off, pushing herself beyond her limits.

Every morning she woke up, hearing her father's words over and over again in her head, Every morning she could feel his hands on her, sending chills down her spine. She simply had no choice, it was a compulsion, something she HAD to do.

To feel clean again was her only want, to get her through the day. To get her through the reality of what was to come, her future as a Black.

"Oi, Scarlett! What the bloody hell are you doing?" she heard a voice yell from a distance.

She panted, pausing in confusion to who was yelling at her. She glanced around the field hazily, her vision blurred. She could see a familiar shaped figure in the distance, slowly making their way towards her. It looked a lot like "Sirius…" she groaned under her breath,

"Scarlett, you look like death. What the hell are you doing out here so early running around?" Sirius demanded, analyzing her panting figure; clearly beyond winded. She looked so frail and pale, her cheekbones so prominent and red from the wind.

"None of your damn business, Black." Scarlett hissed, shoving her way past Sirius, eager to be alone once again.

"C'mon Scarlett, why are you always so disagreeable towards me?"

"Disagreeable?" she hissed, turning around hastily to face Sirius once again, her heart rate slowly going back to normal. "Maybe because you're an obnoxious prick who never knows when to mind his own business!", jabbing her bony finger at his chest. "I have the rest of my damn life to put up with you, why can't you just let me have a few years of peace!"

"So I'm obnoxious and a prick because I actually care about you?" Sirius snapped back.

"Sirius! Don't do that to me! You know good and well the only reason you're concerned with me. I let you have your demons, now let me have mine!"

Sirius paused for a moment, demons? he thought. How could she possibly know his secrets? "Demons?" he scoffed, "What the hell are you talking about, Scarlett?"

Anger burst through Scarlett's veins, urging her to yank up Sirius's sleeves, revealing numerous scars, haunting her every being. Yet, she stayed firm on the point she was making. She knew what he was hiding, all she wanted was to be left alone to her own self demise. Couldn't he understand that at least?

The two stared at each other in silence, an out right rarity whenever the two were in the same space. Ice blue eyes met grey ones, for a moment, it seemed there a mutual understanding between the two. For just a moment, words were not needed. No more anger, no more bickering. Just the sound of the wind breezing by as the two stood in silence.

"Scarlett, how did-" he murmured, stunned by her knowledge.

"Because Sirius, you can't fool everyone anymore…" she murmured back, turning her back to make her exit.

"Scarlett! Wait!" he exclaimed, running to catch up to her, stopping once he was able to physically stop her from walking any further. His hands resting firmly on her shoulders, in an attempt to make her listen to him for a second.

"What your doing to yourself...I don't understand, why are you so thin? Why are you working yourself out to death? You know my secret, now tell me yours…"

Thin? she wondered, How on earth can he call me thin? she asked herself, completely zoned out to all reality.

"Scarlett?" Sirius asked, waiting anxiously for something to come out of her mouth.

"I have to go, I don't know what you mean Sirius. I'm perfectly fine, please let me go." she said to robotically, slowly slipping out from under his fingertips

"Scarlett, you can't honestly think you can pull something like that and just walk away!?" Sirius demanded, his firm tightening as he prevented her from moving the best he could.

Scarlett grimaced under his firm touch; "Sirius, that hurts. Please let me go, nothing is wrong with me, honestly. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone your little secret."

Sirius slowly lifted his grip on her shoulders, he could notice small bruises forming as Scarlett angrily checked under the neckline of her t shirt. How could she have bruised so easily? His touch was firm but it was by no means aggressive.

"Scarlett, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-"

"Don't worry about it…" she groaned as she pushed past Sirius while she rubbed her throbbing shoulders. "I'm used to it…" she muttered as she made her way back to her dormitory.