This is my first solo story. It's really kind of complicated. If you eally don't understand, well, I have a simpler version.


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There was once a girl. Her name is Raven. She has changed.

Raven did not have a family. A family is where you feel a sense of belonging. Even though she had people living with her, she felt left out. She was accused, she was misunderstood. No matter what she did, no one trusted her. Raven was always alone.

Hurt. Hurt blinded her. Hurt, depression, sadness, filled- no, they were her life. Her eyes, her amethyst eyes, were dull and lifeless. She dared not show any emotion to people around her. Even when she was gone, her face was pale, emotionless. She feared the people, feared the world, feared everything.

Raven cried alone in her dark room. Her tears were her blood. Every time a tear was shed, she felt more pain. It was not just any other pain, it was the pain of loneliness, the pain of misunderstanding, the pain of... hurt.

She was hurt, but it was oblivious to the world. At last, Raven could not handle the pain anymore, she cried, and released all the pain that had been sealed within her. She was gone. Everyone then realized that she was hurt. They cried, but it was all too late.

Now, a girl is born. Her eyes were always fuming with hate and rage. Revenge becomes her purpose of life.


Okay, here you go the simpler version, hope it helps:

There was once a girl called Raven. She had changed.

Raven did not have a family. A family gives you a sense of belonging. Although she had Robin, Cyborg, and others living with her, she felt left out. She was accused and misunderstood. No one trusted her no matter how she tried to earn their trust. She was always alone.

Hurt. Hurt blinded her. Hurt, depression, sadness became her life. Her eyes were dull and lifeless. She was afraid of the people around her. She was afraid of everything. Raven dared not to show any emotion because of her fear. Even when she changed, her face was still pale and emotionless.

Raven cried alone in her dark room. Her tears were as if her own blood. They brought her pain. Every time she cried, she was in more pain. She felt more lonely, more misundeerstood, and more hurt.

Raven was hurt, but it was oblivious to the world. At last, she could not take it anymore and began to sob. She screamed, she shouted, she released all the hurt that had been sealed within her all the time. Finally, she was gone. The old Raven was gone. Everyone then realized that how she actually felt. Everyone persuaded her, but it was all too late. No matter what they did, time could not turn back.

Raven is not what she used to be anymore. Now she lives in hate and rage. Revenge becomes her purpose to live.


Yea. I know its kinda crappy and unlike what Raven would do, but the idea just came out of nowhere last night. I think it's because this story is similar to what I am facing now.