Here I lay, mourning the loss of my friend. He wouldn't listen talk or even look at me. Not a glance. Not a word. I don't exist in his mind and he won't let me forget it. Here in my bed, thinking it over for the 1,000 time that day. He was all I could think about. Why was that? I really don't know. Scared tells me to run away but logic knows that wouldn't do anything for me or get ride of my problems. She's right…as always. Eventually I got tired of trying to push him out of my mind so, I let my mind flow, letting thoughts come and go. Suddenly I felt sharp pain. I grunted. Then I herd a gasp of pain and a shrill voice.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, STOP!" I felt another prick of pain.
"NO!" and then another.
A few more tingles and the small dots of pain stopped. The pain wasn't real for me, but someone else was feeling extreme pain for me to have the knowledge and slightly feel the pain.
I was alarmed. Who was being hurt so badly and who was doing it to them?
Suddenly flashes of Robin limping, rubbing his arm, grunting at the slightest move and all his covered skin flashed into my head…Robin. It all maid sense. Someone was hurting him. Someone was hurting Robin. But who? I hade to find out so I let me mind slip into his.
Robin's POV
I was breathing heavily know, tears coming to my eyes. The pain was so strong. I gripped my sides trying to get it to stop. Everything hurt. She had cut my cheek this time…how was I suppose to cover that? And how long could I hide all of this from Raven? Could I take any more fights with her? I probably couldn't. My strategy of pushing her away was obviously not working. I needed to come up with a good excuse. I dragged myself to my bathroom from the ground and pulled out some bandages. She hurt me really bad this time. Maybe the worst she's ever hurt me. She wasn't afraid of hurting me anymore. God, I hurt all over. Note to self: Bandaging was hard to do when you could barley move your arm…It was probably just me or was the room really hot…and spinning.
End
I was thrown into my own body. For a second I was confused why, but then I realized Robin hade passed out! Or worse. I jumped off my bed and ran down the long halls to Robin's room not carrying who I woke up. When I reached Robin's room I dint bother to knock. I burst into his room, and just as I had seen he was lying on his bath room floor. Lying broken and bloody. For a second I just stared. I dropped to my knees and reached out for his wrist to feel his pulse. He was alive, but barely.
"CYBORG"
