Hey guys. Here's the new chapter. Thx for the feedback. And sorry it took so long, but I got busy with my family and school is coming up on the 24th, so its gonna be hard for me to write and update, but I'll try my best. Anyway guys thx again and here you go.
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Chapter 3
Beastboy awoke with a painful tremor in his head. He tried to open his eyes, but could not force them to. His head was pounding and throbbing in a painful hangover. His throat was sore. He tried to piece together all that had happened for this to occur. His mind drew a blank, as he couldn't remember last night's events. He finally managed to open his eyes He noticed he was leaning against his bed. He looked to his right and saw the heroine he purchased the night before. Suddenly, reality hit him like a 747. He remembered buying the heroine, flying home to discover Dick waiting for him. They chatted, then he left to his room to smoke some of the heroine. He remembered what it felt like to be high. He enjoyed it. He wanted to feel it again. But right now what he needed was some ibuprofen for his hangover. He never thought heroine would have such an effect.
He slowly pushed himself to stand. The thundering pain suddenly growing intense, then slowly dying down. He slowly managed to turn his head to his alarm clock. It read 5:30 A.M. He remembered getting back around midnight, then smoking the heroine an hour later after his chat with Dick and his long grieving period.
He came to a decision. He'd only do the heroine when he felt he needed it. He took a moment and looked down at his left arm. He pushed up the sleeve and gazed upon the sight before him. Scars went up and down his forearm. Was he proud of this? No, but he felt it was the on,y way to deal with this. He was lost. Tears stung his eyes, threatening to fall. Then they did. The rolled down his cheeks as he grabbed a shard of glass. He did the one thing he's done countless times. The one thing he kept hidden from everyone else. He slid the edge of the glass across his arm, bringing the crimson liquid forth. It hurt. And it distracted him from his hangover.
Blood dripped from the wound onto the floor. He quickly rushed into the bathroom to the sink. He ran water over his wound and tried desperately to stop the bleeding. Eventually he was successful. He wrapped it and recovered it with his sleeve. He surcharge in his cabinet for some ibuprofen. He grabbed three tablets and and took them with water from the sink. He exited the bathroom and layer down on his bed. He closed his eyes, but couldn't sleep. He sat up. Looking forward. Tears once again threatened to fall. "I'm alone," he said. "I'm alone." He began to weep uncontrollably. "I'm alone," he said again.
He left his room, tears stinging his face. He headed for the roof. He walked to the edge. He looked down at the shoreline. Waves crashed against the rocks. He decided this was it. He felt his feet over the edge of the building. He was going to do it. He said to himself a prayer. He thought about his parents. He'd finally be with them. He thought about Raven. He would miss her, but he felt as a burden upon her. He thought about Dick. He would miss him also. He had gotten him through everything else. But this time was different. He didn't believe he could be talked out of this. He weeped and weeped uncontrollably.
"Don't do it," a voice broke his thoughts. He turned to the source, and was stunned to find Raven standing a few feet away. Tears clearly were on her face. She still looked beautiful. "Please, don't jump," she said.
"Tell why I shouldn't," he spit back.
"Cuz I need you," she said.
"No you don't. You'd do fine without me," he said.
She looked down and mumbled something he couldn't register. He was curious to what it was.
"What was that," he asked,
She looked into his eyes, tears still stinging her face. "We need you. This team would never be able to hold its own without you. You complete us. And you're one the closest friends I have. If not the closest. I lose you, I lose everything. Please, don't do this. For me"
He looked on at her, guilt clouding his mind. He couldn't do this. Not if it meant hurting her. He stepped away from the edge. He moved towards her. He grabbed her chin so her eyes were on his. Tears stung both their faces. He brought into a hug. Eyes on her shoulder he silently weeped.
"It's ok now. I'm here. You don't need to feel alone anymore," she said, comforting him. She led him inside and into the common room.