Disclaimer: I do not own Teen titans
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen titans. Not at all, even a little.
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.002 Paper cuts.
her back and shoulders felt heavy, a hollow pulse echoing behind her eyes. She didn't move.
Outside, car tires screamed against the asphalt; wet and black, streaked with neon. Headlights crawled in through the gap between the curtains, running across the back wall of her bedroom and disappearing. She didn't move.
But they weren't much more than paper cuts, anyway.
She buried her head in her hands, and clenched her eyes shut, city shadows leaking in through the gaps in her fingers.
"Robin," she moaned. "Robin."
Her voiced curved around unresponsive ears; around the tiny pinpricks of blood bubbling mercilessly from the fresh wound on her forearm. Her pale skin marked unstrategically with countless dark pink and brown lines.'like pine needles,' she mused, smiling dejectedly, hot tears congregating at the corners of her eyes.
She could hear her heartbeat, she was sure of it, as loud as hand drums, pounding sharp edges against the inside of her ribcage. Again, the serrated edge pushed against the straining chord in her wrist; blood jetting down her arm in rivers, twisting in spirals, gathering at her elbow and congealing in pools on the carpet.
"Robin," she whispered, heart rising in her throat, breath caught in the air.
But they weren't much more than paper cuts anyway.
