I'm always alone. I acknowledge that.
Today is one of the days I'm thankful for that. I know no one is going to concernedly knock on my door wondering why I haven't come out. They expect this of me.
I decide to let the tears fall, because the world is going to end so what's the point right?
But I'm the one who's going to end it so no, I don't deserve to cry, I deserve to die.
Maybe I should, kill myself I mean. Trigon can't use a dead body as a portal- can he?
No, he can't… so it's settled.
I walk to my dresser with a renewed purpose. My purpose is still to save those who are innocent from the evils of the world presented to them through the medium of conflicted beings, but now the conflicted being is I, a half demon who can't accept her destiny.
As I rummage through my drawers I find a photo of Starfire, Beast Boy, Robin, and Cyborg. The new dark splotches on heartfelt memory are what clue me in to my crying.
I wrap my surprisingly steady fingers around the hilt of the dagger. I've run out of options I remind myself as I let the cold metal kiss the sensitive skin of my neck. As I increase the pressure slowly I feel my throat constrict. I let the sob escape but now the metal has bit into my skin and a fresh crimson droplet has bled to the surface.
Finally steeling myself for the harsh biting drag of the dagger against my throat was surprisingly calming.
I can save the ones I love from my destruction.
"Raven?"
I can't help but gasp as unintentionally drop my small savior of an object.
"Raven, are you alright?"
I don't trust my voice to produce my trademark monotone voice, so I just hope he'll leave.
"Raven?"
That's boy wonder for you.
I end up opening the door so he can see only a bit of my face. I still have no faith in my voice right now.
"Are- are you alright?" I let the door open so he can see my whole face. I nod unenthusiastically but it seems the motion brought his attention toward my neck- my neck!
"Why are you bleeding?"
"It's nothing." I croak out. I remember too late why I didn't trust my voice.
"Are you crying?" Robin doesn't wait for answer as he forces open my door.
He searches the room for a possible threat but he only finds the dagger- my dagger.
"Raven…"
He doesn't finish the thought, but I feel strong arms suddenly embracing me.
A light bulb bursts, because there's a friend who's hugging me because he knows. He knows what I was about to do and he doesn't want me to.
I think about how his reaction will change once he finds out why I was going to do it.
And now I'm muffling my broken sobs into the shoulder of a friend who doesn't know.