Hi guys, so this is my second story and I'm really excited for it! It's a bit more serious, and I want everyone to be aware that it's got some graphic/gore stuff in the beginning (I normally don't like gore, so don't worry, I don't get descriptively graphic.) Also, this is after The End (I'm ignoring Season Five for this).

ALSO, I do not own Teen Titans, though I like to pretend to.

And also, this story makes a lot of medical and psychological references. While I am in school for psychology, I want to be clear that nothing I state here is professional, I am talking about things I have never experienced first hand, and most of my facts are probably wrong. Please do not take them seriously.

Okay, now that all that legal stuff is done, here you go.

Terra

I had a thought. I can't exactly pinpoint what the thought was, I just know my brain had been void of anything and then it was buzzing. It took time, it felt like hours, before my awakening brain registered itself and thought, I'm alive.

But it wouldn't register anything else. It just stood there, thinking with nothing to process. There were no memories in there, no movements it remembered to do. I tried to find some information in there, anything as to why I was thinking, but nothing would come out.

Then, my senses started fading back in. My eyes remembered to lift themselves. My nose and ears opened. I could feel just how dry my mouth was. I was just about to have my real first, meaningful thought: I'm thirsty, when my fifth sense took over.

Suddenly, my body quaked in pain. I could feel my hands and legs which had been outstretched now quivering and collapsing. My insides felt tired and throbbing at the same time. My skin crawled and pulsated. Every pain swarmed through me so fast that my loading brain couldn't easily comprehend it all. The rush overwhelmed my system and before I could relearn movement, my entire body swung to the ground.

My body, after falling, draped over sharp rocks. All I could register was the pain I was in, including the new pain of what I was lying on. My eyes were open, but not by much and my vision was still fuzzy. What I could see was black. I kept coming back to the idea that maybe my eyes weren't even open, but after staring up blind, shadows began to form. I had to make the assumption that wherever I was was just dark.

I lay there. The pain seared through my body and all I could do was lay there and endure it. I kept wondering if I was dying, if I had been dead, if I was alive and dead at the same time. My limbed arms wouldn't move no matter how hard I wished I could move off the rocks. At some point, my eyes clouded again. I wondered if my vision was leaving after its brief entrance, if I was dying again. But then I felt a new sensation down the sides of my face and I recognized the emotion.

This had to be death. I had to have been dead, was reawakening for a moment, and then going back to death. Whatever let me live could not fight what had let me die. I was merely here to endure the change in state. I could barely think through it, just feel the worst of it. Soon, my thoughts would die again and I would not have to endure anymore. I wished for it. I had nothing to live for, so I wished for death.

As my sense of touch destroyed my sanity and my eyes adjusted, my ears were perking. It was no longer on catching the deep hum of my progressing brain- the one I wished would shut down- it was now noting little noises within the darkness. I just heard noises every once and while, could not file them as anything but noises. Eventually, one noise came. And then it repeated. Then again. It had a rhythm, and the bravado increased to a point where my desire to die increased, because the pressure the noise put on my ears was enough to be another pain.

But then, the rhythm increases and the decibels increased and there was a new noise, beyond what I thought was possible to endure. I could see a change in light in the darkness. The shadows contrasted more. My brain was overprocessing, trying to understand what it couldn't.

The loud noise got close to me, but I tried to ignore it. Instincts shut my eyes. The noise wouldn't go away but no matter how hard I tried, I could not escape. I was stuck in this nightmare.

When you are life like I am, and absolutely nothing more, there are only two choices: life and death. And when life becomes unbearable, all you can wait for is death. So I waited for death. I could not endure what life had in store for me.

Robin

This may prove that I have a soft side, but it's crucial to understanding. On the first of the month, every month, I check Terra's statue. I don't know what compelled me to make this journey so frequently, I know Beast Boy checks it as well and Raven and Cyborg come back from time to time to run tests, but I still feel responsible. Maybe it's because I'm the leader, maybe it's because I have a connection with her because I was Slade's apprentice once too. Reasons aside, I do what I do, and I don't need an explanation for being concerned.

I had gotten so used to this routine that on my way down, I was already deciding what I was going to make for lunch. When I made the last turn, I didn't even have the hopeless thought that maybe she wasn't stone anymore. I've been disappointed so many times that I've stopped trying to hope. I was just about to shine my flashback, confirm the expected, and head back.

I was so shocked, I screamed. Her platform was now empty. I moved my flashlight to see if she was there, and easily, I spotted her. Life was back in her, her pale skin shined compared to the dark cave. She was lying on the rocks below her plaque, staring straight up. I came running to her, screaming her name, but she did not respond.

Looking into her eyes, the first thing I thought was that she might be dead. Her eyes just stared up and she didn't move. She was still in her apprentice uniform, though it was even more tattered and broken. That's it, I thought, Now that she's dead, she came out of her statue form.

But then, she closed her eyes. I could see the tear stains on her cheeks. I touched the side of her face and it was warm- hot actually. I made one of her eyes open and pointed the flashlight in it. Her pupil dilated.

"Terra!" I screamed, "Terra, can you hear me?"

Nothing.

I ripped out my communicator and screamed, "Calling all Titans! Terra's alive!"

Collective surprised responses came back at once.

"Come to the cave! I need your help!"

I turned back to Terra, slowly pulling her head off the jagged rock it was laying on. Little bits of blood were dripping, I had to assume she had fallen.

"She's seriously alive?" one of the Titans, I was too overwhelmed to note which, asked. I looked at her and for a moment, I thought no. She didn't look alive. She was bruised and swollen and her injuries were beyond what life could handle. She was unresponsive. But her chest was lifting and falling and tears formed under her eyelashes. Alive, but barely.

For this reason, I justify all those times I walked down to her statue. All those times I was concerned. Because at this one time, one time out of the millions, I actually found her and found her just in time.

"Cyborg, stay back and get the infirmary ready. She's going to need medical attention."

"Gotcha," he said back.

I could hear the rest of the Titans already on their way down. I sat down and lifted her torso off the rocks, trying to get in a more comfortable position, "It's going to be okay," I said, "You're going to live. I promise."

When it's a promise about life and death, I know I have to keep it.

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