Disclaimer: Don't own TT!
Title: The Angel Carved In Stone Will Never Fly
By: ravens secret stalker
Type: Oneshot
This may be confusing, sorry!
He was sitting on his bed again tonight, thinking about how he shouldn't be here, thinking about how lucky he is to be alive, thinking about how much he wished he would've died. Cyborg was never your typical athlete, and after his accident nothing was the same. As a 'Cyborg' technically he couldn't be depressed, he couldn't feel. But he wasn't a robot, he was still half-human, with emotions, with feelings he sometimes wished away just like everyone else.
The player sitting in his room with the built in weaponry and computer programs is just like every teenage kid playing on the street, but he doesn't see it that way. He met the titans, they were his friends, and for a while things weren't as bad. He knew being unique was a good thing, and yet he hated it. He'd talk and play video games and make jokes, laugh the pain away just one last time, and hope tomorrow he'd wake up his old self.
With each passing day there was a new modern day tragedy with one of his friends, and he had a new job to do and someone new to support. However he knew how he had to be there for anyone and everyone because as a hero they accepted him, as a teen titan they accepted him. For that he was grateful, but at heart he wanted to hate the world that couldn't just see him as Victor Stone.
Turning off the light he lay there, not bothering to close his eyes or try to sleep, he didn't see the point in it all, with the outcome always the same. Every night he went to sleep hoping things would get just a little easier, hoping he'd have gotten just a little stronger so he could end the constant internal battle he fought. When morning came nothing ever changed, he tried and tried to better himself, knowing he was the only one capable of doing so. Though he had friends that would stick by him through anything, they were useless now.
Though he tried to smile his big feigned smile, his insides were breaking in two, there's only so much one person can take. There is no one hundred and ten percent. Counting the days and months he'd sit, wondering how long it would take him to get past this phase and move on with his life. He was still waiting gradually beginning to realize things would never be the way he dreamed they would, friends didn't matter, girl friends didn't matter, nothing mattered but how much he was worth in his own eyes. He was nothing to himself but a freak.
Another day, another interview with a local newspaper, a big smile, a rehearsed speech, and a few pity laughs at Beast Boy's joke, there was no breaking the routine. Because he's not as strong as everyone thinks, he's Victor Stone first and a hero second. Because he's not who he's made out to be, he's just another failure in his own eyes, a failure that couldn't meet simple expectations. At the end of the day sitting alone in his T-car, Cyborg is having the time of his life kicking back and relaxing, but Victor Stone the one behind the metal mask is and will never be okay….