Allright, well, I'm going to state this right off… Raven A. Star has already used Evanescence to write a bunch of one shots. Now on a challenge I'm going to write a series using them. I'm also going to include Broken as a kind of "wildcard". If I get stuck, I'm gonna use that. If I don't get stuck, it'll be the last chapter.

Yeah, if you've read any of my other stuff, I know I promised to have a bunch of stuff up for the first series I started… unfortunately, I got sidetracked in San Diego while I was there for band (it's a lot of work being a section leader during a band trip…). Also, I've started another songfic series based on Toby Keith's CD Shock'n Y'all. I've got my work cut out for me… honestly, I'm gonna kill the next #er I see with scissors, its hard enough to write when they don't cut the guidelines off the page…

Sorry about that, I got a little… odd there for a moment. Anyways, I'm promising that I'll get at least 1 chapter WRITTEN for each series every week, and at least one POSTED every 2 weeks for each series. I've also got a 4th series in the works, but I'll wait on that for a while…

Anyways, I'm sure you didn't click on this story to hear me ramble, so lets get to the story…

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She couldn't take it anymore. After all that she had done for that little swine, after all she had done for the team, they all still treated her like some "Creepy girl". It wasn't her fault she was forced to act like this on the outside. Inside, she was a battlefield of conflicting emotions, in a way literally.

And worst of all, she was forced to do this. To protect them all, she had to do this.

Now I will tell you what I've done for you…

She wanted to tell them, but she knew they wouldn't listen. So she simply flew out one night, out of her room and high over the city, and screamed her soul to the uncaring sky.

Raven shouted in frustration and in pain to the stars. For years she had trained to eliminate all emotion. But these people, her friends… they brought all the horrors back to her. She felt things around them, and it took all her energy to conceal it. And conceal it she must.

50,000 tears I've cried.

Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you,

And you still won't hear me (going under).

The gothic girl knew what was happening. It had happened before, a long time ago. She was losing control.

The emotions tore through her body, each trying to gain control. Meanwhile her consciousness fought a losing battle to keep them all at bay. Ocassionally one would break through, with explosive consequences.

At first, she had been able to lie to the others, saying it was an isolated incident that caused her to lose control. But as time went on, she was able to use this excuse less and less. Screaming had worked for a while. It let out any excess emotion without destroying anything, but there was always the chance that she would be heard. And so she had gone to the most effective way of concealing her emotion.

As she screamed, she raised her hands into the air, tugging at the purple hair cascading to her shoulders. Cuts shined in the starlight, fresh blood still dripping from the wounds she had given herself. Many other scars could be seen crisscrossing her arms in the torn sections of her sleeves.

The others, despite her constant warnings to them about the dangers of her emotions, pressed her to be more "normal". They thought she needed… deserved… to feel the things that they felt. And maybe they were right. But she couldn't, and that was what mattered in the end.

Don't want your hand; this time I'll save myself…

Unfortunately for her, Starfire had nearly stumbled upon her secret. The Tameranean would have ruined everything, telling the team about her self-inflicted injuries and undoubtedly resulting in them attempting to "help" her. Their help would end up killing all of them though. She was the only one who could protect all of them from this particular danger.

Maybe I'll wake up for once (wake up for once).

Not tormented daily; defeated by you

Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom…

Last time they had tried to help her, she had nearly died. She hadn't told any of them, and she was nearly certain nobody knew, but her powers had nearly ripped her apart. The time Beast Boy and Cyborg had helped her defeat her anger was the same… both cases her emotions had become exponentially more powerful. And both times she had barely escaped having them overcome her.

She would only be safe if she defeated them herself. Just as Terra had set out to crush each of the Titans, Raven was being forced to crush her emotions. She floated gently down to land on the streets, near the pizza parlor; she had screamed herself out for now…

I'm dying again…

If she failed… the outcome would be death for them all. It could mean the destruction of the world, if anger got control.

I'm going under (going under)

Drowning in you (drowning in you)

I'm falling forever (falling forever)

I've got to break through

I'm… going under…

Raven gazed around the town. Already she had begun the fight, although tentatively. The conflict distracted her, and she walked into a pole. She felt drunk. And she could no longer tell who was actively making her move.

Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies

(So I don't know what's real) So I don't know what's real and what's not (know what's real and what's not)

Nothing was right with her. She shook violently and fell to the ground. She didn't even bother to sit up.

Her communicator beeped insistently, and she pulled it out and looked at the display. Beast Boy was trying to contact her. Why would she want to talk to her, especially at this hour?

Always confusing the thoughts in my head

So I can't trust my self anymore.

For a brief moment, love took over her body, and she blushed and opened the communicator. But then it was past, and Raven, the real Raven, looked at the boy in the display.

"Yes?" she muttered, angry she had lost control, and forgetting about her earlier collapse.

"Rae, where are you?" Beast Boy demanded, "Do you have any idea how worried we've all been?"

Raven looked at the communicator as her heart, her supposedly cold, black heart, fell at the words. So that was what it was. The others were worried, and had enlisted him to call her.

I'm dying again…

I'm going under (going under)

Drowning in you (drowning in you)

I'm falling forever (falling forever)

I've got to break through…

Why did they care? She was just another teammate, easily replaced by any of the other heroes of the world. Maybe it was they thought that she was better than them, and it would weaken them to lose her… but did that mean she was just a fighter to them?

"Hey Rae, snap out of it!" Beast Boy shouted to her, snapping the goth out of her thoughts. She looked away, letting her hand drop; the communicator landed with a dull thud next to her left foot.

"Raven!" she heard Beast Boy yell, but now she was gone, staring into the beauty of the cloudless night sky.

I'm… so go on and scream.

Scream at me

I'm so far away (so far away)

Raven glanced down and grabbed the communicator. Then she snapped it shut. They shouldn't worry about her. They were weakening her by doing so.

I won't be broken again

I've got to breath

I can't keep going under

As much as she wanted to be a part of the team… she couldn't risk them finding out. If they did, all hell would break lose. She couldn't keep lying to them though. She would drown in her own emotions if she stayed quiet. It seemed her choices were running out.

I'm dying again

I'm going under (going under)

Drowning in you (drowning in you)

I'm falling forever (falling forever)

I've got to break through

I'm going under (going under)

Going under (drowning in you)

I'm going under.

Blackness suddenly washed over her, and she collapsed soundlessly in the middle of the road.

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Yeah, I'm well aware that this wasn't great, but part of the bet was it had to fit in with the music, not just the lyrics. So in the next song, you'll probably notice that there is a bit of a slower story, but at parts it speeds up (like the song does).

And I do not know where I'm going to go with this story… so if I write myself into a corner…

Please review this, and ideas would be appreciated.