Disclaimer: Come on, if I owned the Teen Titans, would I really be sitting here writing fan fiction?

Rating: K

The Note

She gazed down at the peculiar object at the foot of her door. This small rectangular thing. This flat figure with sharp corners and neat folds, hinting at something hidden within. It seemed to taunt her with its mystery. But it sat there without making a sound, surely with the intent of disturbing no soul but hers.

She bent down with an outreached hand, paused, and then stood back up without it, her eyes never leaving it.

She pondered. Maybe she should just walk into her room and forget about it. However, it would remain there—sitting at the foot of her door, begging for her attention. Maybe someone else would find it and take it away, but then whatever it was hiding could be unveiled to unfit eyes. She may never find out what was sealed inside. But did she want to find out? Maybe it was nothing; just a harmless prank or someone's litter. She could always just throw it away.

Perplexity became her as she regarded the primitive article.

Sighing to herself, she knelt down and grazed her slender fingers over its smooth, chartaceous surface. She closed them around it delicately so as not to crumple its perfect edges or ruin the symmetrical folds.

Slowly, she stood up with the item in hand. This simple nuisance, this insignificant trash. It made her feel as though she were on a level far below it; like she was a mere peasant holding a king's sacred treasure in her unworthy hand. All the while, it stared at her with defiant pride. She returned a sharp glare to see if she could shred that pride apart. To see if she could crumble its harassing disposition.

With haste in her movements, she opened the door to her room and stepped inside. She strode across the dark room and slammed the object on top of her dresser.

She went to stand in front of the window to look out over the bay and the city not too far beyond it. Here, that connoisseur of vexations would not plague her sight, she thought. And yet she could feel it behind her. Feel it seeping through the skin on the back of her head and the bone of her skull. It pervaded the synapses in the deepest recesses of her brain and crept into her thoughts.

"Come over here," she heard it say. "Open me. You know you want to."

Maybe she did want to open it. After all, this flimsy object could inflict no physical harm. Then again, this was not what she needed to be afraid of.

She began pacing, pausing every half minute to see the inanimate menace eying her mischievously, almost wickedly. Oh, how it tempted her. The air circulating through her room caused the top fold of the pest to move. It was laughing at her; the artificial jaw repeatedly floating up and down, showing off its secret inside. A secret in the form of black inked scrawls. She could get no more than a glimpse of them, but the scrawls reminded her of teeth. If she chose to examine them more closely, they might bite her. Bite into her very soul. Or, they might not. Perhaps they were too dull to do any damage anyway.

Her bed would probably offer some consolation, she reasoned, so she went to lay down on it. Her eyes closed as soon as her head met the pillow, but after a few minutes she pealed one eye open and looked atop her dresser. It grinned at her. She grunted, flipping over onto her stomach so that her face was buried in the pillow. However, the blinding darkness of the pillow offered no refuge. It was still there, taking up residence in her mind. It was begging to be opened by her and only her; no one else. She could feel its unrelenting desire for her eyes to grace its hidden secret.

She sat up on her bed, unable to escape. She debated with her conscience on whether to submit and accept what it contained, or leave it forever forgotten.

With a decided sigh, she rose from her bed and slowly padded over to the dresser that bore her demon. Staring at it, she hesitated. It frightened her. She was so close to the object, which was laughing at her harder than ever. It was a fire whose warmth drew her in, but threatened to burn her if she got too close.

She grasped it in her hand and paused again, not knowing what to do. But after a moment's consideration and taking in a deep breath, she came to a decision.

A/N's:

So did she open it or not!?

I'm sorry, but that's all there is. Nope. Nada. Mm mm. No more. You decide. ;)

I had a lot of fun with this, and I hope you did too.