Author's note:

Hey guys, I'm back. It's been what, 6 years maybe? Who knows. Anyways, here it is. As always I do not own Teen Titans or any characters affiliated with the show.

October 24th, 2005

5:15 am PDT

I stare down at the white fabric resting in my hands, the soft silk catching glimpses of silver moonlight in its waves, almost as if the garment was made from ocean water itself. The dress, having been placed in my possession just a few hours before seemed so...sardonic, the snowy complexion mocking my very nature. White -a symbol of purity and innocence- should not be something to rest on a half-demon's skin. And yet it seems almost too fitting for what I am about to go through. I slip the frock over my head and walk out of my room.

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. The others don't know this, but there isn't just one residential empath in the tower. Okay, it's not technically an empathic ability I hold, and by no means is it anywhere near as powerful as hers, but it's still more heightened than others'. You see, people are very correct when they say animals have heightened senses. We see, hear, smell, and taste things way beyond human ability. But we also feel way more too, and not just physically. Our sense of emotions is stronger. Have you ever wondered why your cat always seems to know when you're sad, or how your dog can always tell when you're overly excited without you even having to say a word? Yea, Heightened. Sense. Of. Emotion. Specifically despair, hopelessness, longing. Someone wasn't okay. She wasn't okay.

Almost 6 am, she would be on the roof. I start walking toward the roof but as soon as the first wave of pain hits I break into a sprint. This wasn't right. It wasn't just a physical or emotional sense of pain, it was both. That's what scared me the most. I've felt this before, years ago. They don't know, but then again they don't need to. It happened and it's over and they're better so it's fine…

I make it to the roof and stop before opening the door. My hand hovers open the brass knob, frozen by some unseen force. I don't know what I'm going to say or do, or what she's going to say or do. I'm scared -no- terrified of what I'm going to find. I take a breath, turn the knob and slowly walk onto the roof. I see her, standing on the ledge of the tower the sun just beginning to rise over the horizon casting a golden light over, almost like a halo. Something is different. Oh, she's wearing a dress. I think it's the one Star gave her as a gift at the surprise birthday party last night. It looks nice on her, the way the fabric catches on h-

"It's the sunrise", she says, catching me off-guard. I fail to respond so she continues.

"Contrary to the belief of you and the others, I am not a morning person. The only reason I wake up early is to see the sunrise…" Her voice wavers at the end, almost as if she's lost focus on what she was saying.

"Raven." I start, inching closer to her. I am still all too aware of the fact she's standing on the ledge. Yes, both of us can fly, but I'd much rather not have to even get close to that point.

"Raven please come down. You can watch the sunrise from down here, with me." I inch closer. I'm about a foot away from her now. I reach out to grab her hand, but her arms are crossed in front of her, presumably over her chest. She stumbles a bit and her arms uncross enough for me to grab them and attempt to lift her down from the edge. She fights back but it's half-hearted. Her head hangs and we both somewhat collapse to the ground. I let go and sit up, grateful that she hadn't fallen the other way. I open my mouth to reprimand her and hat's when I notice she's still on the ground. She's still on the ground and there's...blood. So much blood.

"Raven what did you do?!" I roll her onto her back and look at her. Both of her arms are sliced from wrist to elbow, the red warmth flowing out of her faster than she can spare.

"You're so fucking selfish Raven, what the fuck!" My voice cracks at the end as tears start to spill. I lean over her, bracing myself so that when I grab her wrists there will be enough pressure to slow the bleeding and buy some time. Her eyes open slightly and she opens her mouth, speaking softly.

"I had to stop him...had to...had to stop him" She repeated this over and over again until her eyes fluttered closed again. I needed help. I wouldn't be able to carry her to the med bay and apply pressure at the same time. Even if I were to shift we wouldn't make it in time. I go to reach for my communicator but it's not there.

"Where is it? Where is it, where is it, where is it, FUCK." The last syllable leaves my mouth as I remember it's in my room, on my nightstand.

"Raven please stay with me. Please. Don't' leave us. We can fight this, YOU can fight this. Just...please." I stay there, keeping pressure as the last rays of the sunrise finish rising over the horizon

So yes. This is the first time in years I've written fanfiction. Let me know what you think.

Also, here's a question/poll: should I leave it here or do you guys want a chapter 2?