Alright I am never going to update this again so let's just remind you of that time where Damian died. Except he's a few years older when it happens.
The wind rushed by as I ran through the street. I didn't even know where I was running to, it wasn't even running in the direction of my home. It didn't matter anymore, he won't be there. Tears ran down my face smearing my makeup that didn't matter either. Nothing matters anymore, he's gone. He gone and I'm here alone.
'It wasn't your fault'
' you couldn't have done anything'
Empty words of people who can't understand.
I could of done something. I was right there. I was just outside. I saw it happen. I knew it was him, and I did nothing. Oh god i wished it wasn't but he was robin and he died. He was thrown around like a rag doll and then stabbed in the gut by that...that bastard. The bus came by and picked up the other orphans but wouldn't let me come. The kids started a riot and stood back and watched as robin swooped down and electrocuted them so they were unconscious. And I saw his face. Mask or no mask i know Damian and that was him. And my suspicion was only confirmed when Alfred came to bring me to wayne manor so the others could tell me the bad news. In the car i hoped and wished and prayed that i was wrong. That when I got there Damian would be waiting to tease and make fun of me and check over my homework claiming he wanted to make sure i wouldn't lose my scholarship when I knew he just wanted to hang out. I knew this because afterwards we would go out in to town and get ice cream or go to the park to walk Titus. Alas I was wrong and I was brought into the garden. Richard and Drake were sitting there with grim expressions.
'Oh god please, please let him be sick or broken a bone, moved country even. Just don't be dead!' I silently begged in my head.
I was sat down and they told me a half lie on how he died. "He picked a fight with the wrong guy," Richard muttered not looking me in the eye " Brought fists to a knife fight" his attempt at lighting the mood was sweet but I held my head in my hands and just looked at my feet.
"Oh god, I should of done something" I whispered with tears starting to fall.
" you couldn't of done anything, lenore" Drake put his hand on my shoulder. We had a battle of the brains when we first met so i opted for calling him drake instead of tim like Damian.
"It's not your fault" Richard looked me in the eyes with such a saddening look i couldn't take it . I bolted out of the garden jumping over the wall. I had known him for two years. I had a crush on him for nine months. They say if you like some one for over four months then your in love and it was only till just now I realised how true that was. I loved him and now I'll never get to tell him. I'll never know if he felt the same. Hot tears streamed down my face and left my eyes burning and itching like hell. Never before had the saying cry me a river felt so true.
And now your all caught up. I would of checked behind me to see if i had made a river of tears if it wasn't for this next part. The part where I'm on the road with a speeding truck coming towards me. The part where I'm knocked back to the pavement bloody and broken with the trunk continuing to drive by not even stoping to check what it hit. Other cars went by too. None of them stopped to check on the girl lying in the pavement, but hey maybe that's just Gotham. I don't want them too.
I'm not sure If there is a heaven or a hell but I know what ever happens I'll see Damian again, and my parents and everything in between. So it doesn't matter that no one is stoping to help. It doesn't matter that there is a pool of red gathering underneath me or that my sight is getting hazy and my eyes are about to close for good. It doesn't matter because it will be over soon, and we'll be together again, and that's what matters.
