"HEY STOPLIGHT!" Beast Boy screamed at Robin "YOUR CLOUDING OUR THINKING BY ALL THIS PLANING STUFF!"
I couldn't believe what I hade just heard. I hesitated for a Mila second, and then I vented, I wasn't about to let him dishonor her like that.
"Is that what you think? Well, then I'll LEAVE. If I'm SOOOO distracting, then you won't mind if I sit this one OUT!" I spat at Beast Boy, I was really mad at him. He hade made mean comments that stung sometimes, but this hade crossed the line and this hade nothing to do with my pride. I stormed of, not caring about the mission, not caring what the team did, and not caring at all. All I could think of was them.
I never went back. How could I? I hade better things to do. I new they needed me. But after Beast Boys horrible comment I really dint care for any of them. I new they hade all been thinking the same thing. They dint come back for a while, and when they did come back, they dint bother me. I was glade; like I said, I hade more important thing to do.
I tried not to take it out that much. I knew it was a sign I was weak when I did. I hadn't taken it out for about 3 years now, I could only remember a few of the old pictures, so it was going to be fun I thought. And I knew I hade to do it. Just because of what he said. The old photographs brought so many memories out of the dark. I smiled at some of them and looked at some in sorrow, deep sorrow. Finally I got to the one that reminded me of why I hade burst out in Furry at beast boy when he referred to me as a 'stoplight'. My mom was in fronting me, holding me at arms length looking at me with such love in her eyes. I looked playfully miserable and I made big round sad eyes at His mother. Her smile was warm. I recalled it so perfectly. My mother hade made me that suit, the suit I was wearing right now (or at least a copy of it) I hade once complained to my mother it was to colorful, but then once she was gone, it was the only thing I held close to me. And BB hade made fun of it. Made a cruel joke about the only thing that attached me to her now, and he hade gone to far, snapped my last nerve with him. I cried. The tears just came. I couldn't stop them, and I dint want to. I leaned over, and cried more. After a while, I turned the page, it was more pictures of me and my parents, funny ones mostly. I took his time looking at each one but after I hade turned the page, I wished I hade taken longer.
The next picture took up a hole page, it was cut out of a newspaper, and the article for it was on the page next to it. That picture torn my hart in half, the tears started again.
It killed Robin.