kudos to me, i made this one longer. you know what, i don't think that this story will be much longer. i have an idea for the rest, and it doesn't carry it for many more chapters. oh, well. maybe that idea will change, it usually does. we'll just have to see. lalalalalalalalalalalala!
Raven sat Indian-style in the middle of her bed. Her elbows rested n her knees, her face cupped in her hands. Her hair hung in a curtain around the sides of her face. Her shoulders shook in silent anguish. The objects of her room circled around her, every once in a while, one broke away and smashed into a wall. Her Mirror creating a double of the mayhem.
Raven's head flew up when there was a knock on the door. All the flying objects came raining down around her with a deafening crash.
Robin's voice drifted through the cracks around the door, "Raven? Are you okay? You looked pretty upset back there."
Raven stared at herself in the Mirror. Her eyes were red rimmed and her face was damp and salty. She rubbed her eyes and replied, "I'm fine, Robin. Go back and keep an eye on Beastboy," her voice was free of tears and emotion. She knew what she had to do.
Raven got up from her bed and went to stand in front of her Mirror, the portal to her mind. She stood there for a minute remembering the day that Beastboy and Cyborg found their way into the Mirror. The surface of the Mirror changed to display a sea of color and smoke churning behind the surface. Raven had a ghost of a smile on her face when she stepped through the pane.
Robin stood outside Raven's door, confused about what he should do. She sure sounded fine, but she didn't look it when she fled to her room. He hesitated, then said, "Okay. If you need anything, we'll be down the hall," but she was already gone. Robin turned and walked slowly back down the hallway.
Back in front of the tv, Robin sat back down next to Beastboy. "You really should go talk to her, "Robin said, "You really do like her, don't you?"
Beastboy stared at his hands, "I guess," he muttered.
Robin looked at him funny. "You guess? Fine. She likes you."
Beastboy's head shot up, "You think so?" he asked.
"I do," replied Robin, "She wouldn't have been action the way she was if she didn't like you."
"Maybe she just didn't want to be around me."
Robin stared at Beastboy. "I heard her crying in her room. Go talk to her."
Beastboy stood up and walked to the door. He paused in the doorway, "I don't know what good it'll do," then he disappeared around the corner.
QotD: sometimes you're the windshield; sometimes you're the bug.