Okay, so I meant to post this on Friday, but I got in trouble and was unable to. Sorry

A Cursed Monkey

This story is for the anniversary of the death of A Cursed Monkey. I read his stories shortly before his death and was amazed by the writing. It was brilliant. When he passed away, I cried. The world had lost a brilliant person who brought amazing stories and so many other things, I'm sure. I never met him, only read his stories, but I cried as if I had lost my best friend. The world is full of horrible things and people, but it was one of the best people the world had that lost their life. I am ranting about it, aren't I? I wish I could say that he wouldn't want moping or being sad. That he would want us to remember good times when everything was okay, but again, I didn't know him, so I really don't know what he would want. I hope some of his family members read this and think I made A Cursed Monkey a good story, but I don't think it will be that great. It will be nothing compared to his stories. Today, at school, I wore a black flower with lace on it to remember him during the whole day.

Rest in peace, A Cursed Monkey.

One year. It's been one year since the death of my teammate, my friend, my love. Beastboy. As I stand in front of his grave, I can't help but wonder again it there was anything I could have done to stop it. Stop Slade from pulling the trigger. Pulling the trigger of the gun that killed Beastboy. I should have been able to create a shield around him, but I was unconscious. Robin, Cyborg, and Starfire were battening their own enemies. Robin says there was nothing I could have done, but I still feel responsible. I could have done something, but I had lost my focus for a second and got knocked out. He's dead because of it. I had woken up two days later, the day before the funeral, and Robin, being the one who knew me best, told me. It was then, I realized that I loved him. I freaked out and shut myself in my room for days, only coming out for the funeral. We all placed a special item on the gravestone that we thought he would like.

I crying really hard and I feel like I just can't breathe. I fall to me knees, sobbing and put my head on his name. I usually was good at keeping emotions at bay, but now, they came flooding to the surface. Mainly, Sad, but a darker version of Love came too. Love had become dark after Beastboy's death. She knew that nothing like the feelings we'd had for Beastboy would ever come again. I couldn't breathe and I couldn't see last the tears falling from my eyes. I passed out.

"Raven, Rae. Look at me." I had to be dreaming. There was no way this was real. Either I was dreaming or I was dead. Beastboy was standing in front of me. I shook my head.

"No, no. This is fake. This isn't real. This can't be real. Your-your dead. I can't be seeing you. This is fake. It's a hallucination or a dream."

"Exactly. It's a dream. I am gone. But it's okay. Rae, everything is okay."

"Okay? How is it okay? Your dead. I can't see you or touch you or tell you-" I'm getting hysterical now, "-tell you how much I love you. This, this is a dream, this means nothing. Some people say that we'll see each other again when I die, but I'm going to Hell when I die, I know it.

"Why would you say that? You're not going to Hell."

"I'm half demon, I'm going to Hell."

"Who your parents are don't decide your whole fate. Look at me, my parents were scientists and I became a superhero-"

"And look where it got you, YOU'RE DEAD!"

"Raven! Yes, I'm dead, stop dwelling on that. It's okay. Everything will be okay, just listen to me, okay?"

"No, you listen to me first. I'm numb inside most of the time. When I'm not numb, I feel so much pain but you know what, I'd rather feel Pain that nothing at all*. I hate everything about you,why do I love you*. Everyone says its not too late to pick or the pieces of my life, it's not to late, it's never to late*, but you know what it is! I have to keep my Eyes Open* all the time to make sure I don't be lost. In another life, I would be your girl, we'd keep all the promises, it be us against the world. In another life, I would make you stay, so I don't have to say you were the one that got away*. It feels like you chewed me up and spit me up like I was poison in your mouth. You took my life, you drained down, but that was then and this is now*. I feel like a candle in a hurricane, like a picture with a broken frame, alone and helpless like I lost my fight but everyone says I'll be alright, I'll be alright*. I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house, that don't bother me. I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out. I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while even though going on with you gone still upsets me. There are days every now and again, I pretend I'm okay, but that's not what gets me. What hurts the most was being so close and having so much to say and watching you walk away. And never knowing what could have been and not seeing that loving you. Is what I was trying to do*. You know what, Here Comes Goodbye* . I can't take it anymore. I just can't." If I hadn't broken down before, I was now.

"Rae, I know. I do. But, don't live life in sadness. Live life, because it only take a second to live it no more. Promise me,Rae. Just do, trust me. Grow old and die as an old lady, surrounded by her family, her children. Promise me." I nodded. How could I not. He bent down and his lips brushed mine.

I opened my eyes to find myself back at the cemetery. My lips were still warm but I knew that they had never been kissed or touched. I was okay. The dream had actually made me feel better. I might be able to live a semi normal life. I still missed him so,so much but maybe, just maybe, he was still here with me. In fact, I know he is.

So,mi wanted to post this last night, but I ran out of time. The stars mean that I got the part from and song and the last part, the old lady part, I got from Titanic. Hope you liked and rest in peace a cursed monkey