"no.." The sniffles. The sobing, the pain you could hear in her vvoice. Terra sat alone in her dark room. She had make some bad, and horrible mistakes. Some pretty fucked up things. Things she would never be able to take back. She sat on her bed, clutching the needle against her wrist. The warm tears ran down her face. She had not eaten in days, she felt tired, but couldnt sleep. Her eyes bagged, they were grey, instead of the normal blue color. The other titans didnt suspect Terra of bolimia, and anorexia. She hated everything about her self, everything she did was wrong. She pushed the sharp point into her fragile skin, wincing in pain as tears rolled down her face.
"Why the fuck am i a screw up?" Terra whisperd to herself. Winter was around the corner, which means her dealer would be returning to gotham city soon.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. She grabbed all the different forms of needles and stashed them under her bed. Wiped her eyes and put visine in her eyes.
"Terra?" beastboy yelled knocking.
Terra jumped up, Started trying to dry her eyes.
"one second!" she yelled back.
She cleaned up the blood filled tissues and shoved them in a pillow case. She brushed her hair quickly, and reached for a whole bunch of teen magazines and spread them all over her bed. She made herself look confretable and finally said will a calm deep breath,
"come in.."
BB walked in.
"are you okay?" he asked. BB always seem worried about terra. She knew he loved her. he would listen and belive everything she said.
"yes, im fine" Terra said with an akward smile.
"okay... I just worry about you alot.." he looked worried.
"im fine, i swear" she smiled.
"well, i just came to say, its time for dinner..." BB said smiling and walking out.
Terra stood up.
The hard dessision, to eat, not eat, or simply vomit.
She chose vomit.
groteques, chuncky, vomit.