I'm so sorry with the recent update delays, but I have been extremely busy with finals. Thankfully, it's now summer, and I have a lot more time to write fanfictions! So, enjoy this episode!

Thoughts float around me- alone.

Alone.

Alone.

Alone.

if only someone would help...

I knocked on the door again. I didn't expect Beast Boy to talk to me. In fact, I would be ecstatic if he even opened the door. But, as I was taught, beggars can't be choosers. "Beast Boy? It's me. Raven. I want to talk with you."

No response. "I know you're hurting. I know how tough this is for you. I just want to make sure you're okay." Still nothing. I knew I had to come out and say it. He wasn't going to talk otherwise.

I wiped my sweaty hands on my pants, and said, "Beast Boy, I know you're cutting."

I heard shuffling in the room, and then the door opened, only enough for Beast Boy to see me. I could only see a sliver of his face, but it was tear stained and his hair was a mess. He was wearing sweatpants and a long-sleeve shirt, which he had presumably been wearing for a while. "Can I come in?"

He nodded slightly, avoiding my eyes. I opened the door to reveal his messy room. Frankly, it smelled awful, but now wasn't the time to discuss his room. He had rushed to his bed, which was recently replaced after he had outgrown his bunk bed. Beast Boy was staring at his hands.

I couldn't believe the dark aura that surrounded him. It was overwhelming. I had to focus. For him. "All I want to do is talk."

"There's nothing to talk about." His voice was so feeble and depressing.

"Yes, there is." I closed the door behind me and sat next to him on his bed. He scooted away from me. "You're cutting. Something has to be going on."

"It's nothing."

"I'm not leaving until you talk." I knew I was being harsh, but Robin had been even harsher with me when I was going through my slump.

Beast Boy was looking at his feet, his posters, his clothes on the floor, anything to avoid eye contact with me. "I don't want to talk."

"Beast Boy, I can feel your depression throughout the entire tower."

Beast Boy was silent. I sighed. "You're not the only one in the Tower who's cut, you know."

This got his attention. His head snapped toward me, eyes wide open. "What?"

"You're not the only person who is going through this. There are people who have gone what you're going through, and there are people who want to help you."

"Who?"

"What?"

"Who else has cut?"

"Not important." He suspected that I had cut; I knew that for a fact. What I also knew was that Robin had gone through a phase of self-harm. That was his business to tell the team, not mine.

Beast Boy's eyes traveled back to his lap. I wasn't being helpful. I was making things awkward. I wasn't used to this. Despite being an empath, I wasn't very good at comforting people. Only knowing how they were feeling.

"Beast Boy, I know you don't want to talk. I know you want me to leave you alone. But cutting is like a drug. You say you'll only do it once, and it makes you feel good. But then, you get upset. And you remember how good it made you feel. So you do it again. And again. And again. Until you're completely addicted and-" I paused to look at his face. It was still emotionless, almost frozen, but his emotions were raging. "you ultimately die. It doesn't seem plausible, but that's how it works."

"How do you even know I'm cutting?"

"I have meltdowns whenever you cut."

Beast Boy suddenly looked concerned. "But why do you have them?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but I think it's because we share the same pain."

"What?" He was becoming angry. I could sense that. I tried to stay calm. "How could you ever understand what I'm going through?" He began to stand up to look down on me. "Has Starfire ever almost been brutally murdered in her sleep?" He was practically shouting now.

"No, Beast Boy. But I've cut. I cut for nearly two years. And you know what? If I didn't get help, I would be dead right now. I would have committed suicide. My father was a goddamn inter dimensional demon!" I was getting riled up now. I stood up and we were face-to-face. "Escaping him was the hardest thing I ever had to do. Living on Earth was worse. People staring at you. Laughing at you. Grown adults either cowering in fear or running at you. It's not easy." Hot tears were streaming down both of our faces. "It only got worse. Had I not met you and Robin and the rest of the Titans, I would have easily committed suicide. And I know that your best friend almost being murdered is traumatic. But you know that you can come to us. And you know that we will talk with you. You just won't."

Beast Boy reached for my arm. He rolled up my left sleeve. I stared at his face as he looked at the faint white scars that traveled all the way up my forearm. His face was emotionless, but his emotions were frantic. He was angry, scared, and confused. He lightly traced his finger over the scars, making me shudder. Everyone knew I had them. But only robin knew what they were from, though the Titans were smart enough to figure it out by now. Nobody had dared to touch my scars. Not Cyborg when I was in the infirmary, not Starfire when she insisted we had a homemade spa day, not Robin when showing me fighting positions. I pulled my arm away. Beast Boy looked blankly at the space where my arm once was. I forced my sleeve back down. He sat back down on the bed. I followed suit.

"It's always been like this," he said quietly. "I've always been depressed. I've always had anxiety. And Cyborg helped me through it. And now that he's gone-"

"Did he help you? Or did he distract you from your issues?" I interrupted.

He was silent once again. I gently rubbed his back as more tears streamed down his face. "It happens often. When you think someone's helping you. But they're not. They're distracting you. They're trying to ignore the problem instead of facing it head-on. From what I've seen, Cyborg's done a pretty good job of distracting you, but I'm not sure if he's helping you in any way."

"He was helping."

"By distracting you."

Beast Boy looked into my eyes, his green eyes dull with sadness. "So he wasn't helping me."

"Well, He was. Just temporarily."

"He's a good person."

"Never said he wasn't. He just didn't know how to handle the situation."

We sat there in silence. I was about to give in to my anxiety and leave, but I noticed Beast Boy wanted to ask me something. "What is it?"

"Why are you feeling all of this now? Aren't you an empath?"

"Yes, but I only sense emotions as they come. If I sensed all emotions at once, there would be no point in my powers. It would just be a mess of every feeling."

He seemed satisfied with that answer. We sat there for a few more minutes before he asked me another question. "Can't you read minds, though?"

I smirked. "Well, yeah. But I don't do it often."

He gave me a quizzical look.

"It's an invasion of privacy. I may be half-demon, but I was taught manners."

"Oh."

"That's why I was so upset when I read your mind the other day. It was the first time I read your mind when you were in that state. And either way, I can't sense mental illnesses by just reading someone's mind. If I could, we would have you on ADHD medication way earlier."

"That's not really a mental illness."

"Well, you get my point."

We sat in silence, getting lost in our thoughts. After about 5 minutes, I stood up. He followed me with his eyes.

"Wait," he said quickly.

I turned around. "Yes?"

His eyes migrated to his lap. "I'm scared. My powers are out of my control, and I'm not sure how to fix it."

"Well, you're having a rational conversation with me now without morphing so I think it's getting better."

He shrugged and sighed.

"Beast Boy, I know it's not easy. But I'm here to help you. If you ever need anyone to talk to, or an arm to lean on, I'm right here."

"Thanks, Raven."

"I'm not trying to force you into anything right now, but you have to eat. You haven't eaten in 2 days."

"But-"

"Nope. No buts. Come with me and let's eat."

Beast Boy stood up tentatively. I turned around and opened the door. The two walked down the hallway, into the elevator, into the living room, and into the kitchen in silence.

Once they arrived, Beast Boy sat at his usual spot at the table while I opened the fridge. "What do you want? We could do cereal, a sandwich, a salad.."

"A small salad sounds nice." Beast Boy said quietly, staring out at the city skyline.

I grabbed lettuce, tomatoes, and cheese. With my powers, i grabbed a bowl and threw everything together. I sat down next to Beast Boy, handing him the salad.

Beast Boy faintly smiled. "Thanks."

"No problem. Now eat."

He stared at the food. He picked up the fork and stabbed some lettuce. He studied it before putting it in his mouth and eating it. He wasn't very hungry, but he knew he needed to eat. He slowly ate the whole bowl, finishing it within a few minutes with Raven sitting next to him, her hand supporting her head as she watched. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Beast Boy made a face at me. I sighed and the bowl and fork glided into the sink encased in black energy. "Can I shower?" Beast Boy asked.

"Yeah, sure. Just don't hide in your room. We miss you."

He nodded and left the room swiftly, clearly uncomfortable.

Robin ran into the kitchen about 10 minutes later. "Raven!" His voice was panicked.

"What?" I stood up.

"I got a call from Dr. Goldberg. Cy just had a stroke."

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