Hey! If you follow my other stories, I am so sorry for the wait. I have a lot on my mind, and school and dance has started for me, and I rarely have time. Besides I have had serious writers block, so they wouldn't have been that good anyway. ATTENTION: I got this idea from a book I read years ago. The book is amazing I totally recommend it, it's called Cold Waters. If you want to know the author just message me. I did change it up a little though.

I do not own Young Justice, or (sadly) the plot of this story

I'm sitting in a tree, thinking about my life. I never thought I'd have the guts to think about it, my life that is. I mean people say they have a tuff life, but to sit down and think about all of your problems is one of the scariest things you can do, because once you get into that state of mind, you might never get back out. My problems are small, complicated, but small. But when you think about the big picture, isn't everything small? Every problem seems to disappear when presented with the hugeness of reality. Though, they don't seem that way…small. They seem to be important enough to stress over, so we do. And every problem leaves you with a print. My theory is that when you die, you die still marked with all your issues and scars and as for the happy memories…there small too. I remember when my biggest question was to color Santa's hat red and white, or white and red, and all I needed to worry about, was the monster under my bed. It could still be that way, I think. If we stopped looking at the big picture, and worrying about the little one; if we just played life like a child plays a game of chess, making the moves and not worrying about the consequences, maybe we'd be happier. But like the end of every game of chess, that child realizes that if they had played a little more attention, and thought about the moves a little harder, they wouldn't have lost. But then again…does anybody ever win? In a way, life is like the tree I'm sitting in, when you least expect it the roots seem to pop up, and knock you flat on your face. That is how my story starts…flat on my face.

When I woke up for the first time, I thought I was dead. I stared into blackness and watched as the visions swirled around me. Two faces, no eyes, just standing watching me, they didn't come any closer. At first I tried to stay awake, tried to fight the weight on my eyelids. But eventually, I did what we all do, I gave up.

When I woke up for the second time, I knew I was still alive, because when you're dead, you can't feel this much pain. Every part of me hurt with a pain that can only come with a thousand broken hearts. So I pried my eyes closed to distract myself from the hurting.

When I woke up for the third time, I came face to face with a stunning pair of green eyes.