Breathe Me...(James potter love story)

Chapter 2

PEYTON'S POV
After peter left, I sort of just laid there. Nobody noticed me there anyways. No one cared either. It was like I was invisible. Notice me I thought, I'm right here, NOTICE ME!!! Then, when I had the will power to get up, I did. I walked straight to the bathroom , my bag over my shoulder, to get cleaned up. The blood on my head started to dry, so I started to dry up so I had to wash my hair magically so it wouldn't hurt as much. I checked my reflection and nodded. I've changed a lot over the holidays but still, don't think that would matter. I reached down to scratch my wrists. I froze. It's been so long and I can't remember the last time I had that thoughts...or the temptation. I quickly walked out of the bathroom and into the empty compartment at the end of the train. In there was ALOT less fancy than the other compartments. All it had was some black seats and a flickering yellow light. Not much, but enough. I sat down and reached into my bag. I pulled out a book, The BFG By Roald Dahl. It really was an amazing book, but I've read it so many times that it was basically falling apart at the spine. I was perfectly happy, when, they came.

JAMES' POV
Sirius, Remus and I were sitting in our compartment, waiting for Peter. Remus, like always, was reading a book, while Sirius was talking to me about pranks we could pull this year when, finally!, Peter walked in. Remus looked up from his book
"Hey Peter, how are you???" Peter just nodded and smirked.
"Yeah, I'm good. My sister, not so much."
Sirius laughed his bark like laugh, "Go Peter! Wonder what that no good piece of shit is thinking now." He laughed again.
Remus smirked, "Probably nothing worth knowing. She's that stupid anyways." I have to admit, that made me laugh.
"Haha, good job Remus. Good thing that people think that you aren't capable of such things... speaking of that, how 'bout we go find her?" But something felt wrong. Usually, this idea usually brings me joy, but, this time, I felt something different. Was it...remorse??? No, no. I couldn't be...could it? I snapped out of my trance like state to Sirius yelling in my face.
"JAMES, JAMES POTTER, PRONGS!" I looked at him annoyed
"What???"
"We're going to find the little shit." He looks at me, confused to why I snapped. "Sorry, I wa-"
"Daydreaming about Lily" Remus interjected, saying it like it was a statement, not a question.
I hesitated a second, "Well, obviously. She's beautiful. Just like a Lily flower." And to be honest, I always am daydreaming about my precious lily pad, sub-consciously. Remus and Sirius smirked and opened the compartment door. Peter was already waiting out there for us.
"I can't see it so it must be in the end compartment." God Peter, you're so stupid sometimes. Obviously she's in the end compartment. Two reasons, one, nobody can stand her and two, she always sits there I thought. We started walking and we eventually reached the end of the train. Remus put his hand on the handle and slid it open.

PEYTON'S POV
The door slid open to reveal my tormentors. My bullies. The Marauders. They looked at me shocked for a second but quickly covered it. Had I really changed that much???
"Well look at what we have here." Black sneered. If course it always had to be him to start, didn't it. He came up to me and snatched my book out of my hands. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, Slut." He then proceeded to open the window. I realized what he was going to do and my eyes widened. Once the window was open he held his hand out the window and brought it back into the compartment...my book was gone. I felt the stinging sensation of tears in my eyes. Peter started laughing.
"Is the tiny whiney slut gonna cry? Are you, are you?" He started taunting, all his friends laughing in the background. He saw my trying not to and threw me off the seat. I landed on the ground with a loud thump. I tried to get up but someone stepped on my back and pulled up my head by my hair. Potter came to my ear and whispered into my ear.
"Don't try anything, or you'll get hurt." Gosh, they ALL are stupid. When I didn't answer, he kicked me. I felt all of the air escape my lips. I felt more kicks and eventually, I heard a snap. I knew my rib was broken but did that stop them? No, of course not. I slowly curled into a ball to try and block some of the blows.
"Stop" Lupin said. I looked up at him. Was someone actually sticking up for me? "Let's hex her instead." No. Of course not. I awaited the pain and, soon enough it came. I knew I was bleeding but I didn't do anything. And after every hex, they spat a name. Spell, slut. Spell, whore. Spell, bitch. Spell, fat, ugly, useless, mistake, worthless, better dead. Those were just a few. Once they knew I was thoroughly cut  up, they looked at each other and left. I was left there. In a pool of my own blood, cut and broken, physically, not just mentally. And I knew...this was just the beginning.