Sooo I know I didn't update this in so long but now I will, so bear with me haha lol. So here goes:

Her scent was still faintly roaming the air, making the air smell ever so sweet just like in the morning.

It took Beastboy some time to contemplate what occurred. It seemed like a dream to him. Raven, of all people had just apologised to him and he had just been stone cold and quiet to her. I shouldn't have wandered up here, he thought to himself as he walked back inside. He headed straight away to shower and get ready for the day. It was going to be a strange day today he thought as he let the cold water rid him of his sleep and tiredness. Dreams very rarely struck his mind for long. Even nightmares would usually just dissipate after some time, but today was different. He hoped that the cold shower would rid his mind of the events of the morning, but his memories were still fresh. He was oddly embarrassed at his actions and wanted to rush and apologise to her right now. Yet somewhere at the back of his mind he felt that he shouldn't apologise. The thought was nagging him. I need to clear my head he thought as he put on some loud music and started getting ready. Music helped him a lot, it was almost like a stressbuster to him. It cleared his thoughts and made him feel good about himself. It was escape for him. Music transported him to places he'd never been and gave him an eerie inner peace. He searched for music in every part of every day. It was his universe.

Elsewhere, Raven stared at herself in the mirror. Pale, moonlight skin highlighted her body. Her mysterious violet eyes hid more than it would reveal, it was like an abyss of endless sorrows. One could look at them for hours for they were so drawing and intimidating. You could feel your very existence slip from under your feet if one ever stared into her eyes. It was the only thing Raven loved about her body. There was a strange magnetism to it, one that people rarely find in souls. But then again, she was supposed to devour souls, rip them of their destinies and condemn them. She had no past nor a future to live for. All she was taught was destruction. All she was taught to see in herself was weaponry. Every time she looked at herself, she could only see her sinister father looking back at her. She could only remind herself of what she was made of and where she came from. She knew she didn't deserve happiness even though she worked so much for it, she believed that her life was forever going to be dark. Her amethyst hair barely cascaded down her shoulders. It complimented her eyes well while not drawing much attention to herself. Her figure was that of a thin and fragile person who surprisingly had a lot of strength. Overall, she was someone you could see once and never forget.

Usually she would analyse herself in the mirror and talk to herself and demean herself, but today was different. She spread out her arm in front. Any normal person would never be able identify anything on her arm, but if you took a closer look one would see why there was pain in her soul. There were cuts and scars all over her wrist. The cuts were very precise, and not from a battlefield. They were all deep and some still had blood on them. Who would've thought that Raven was one to suffer from an addiction? She started self-harming herself from the previous year. It was a strange relief for her. After everything Malchior put her through, she put on a brave face for her friends but deep within she was hurt. Long nights she spent crying and crying to herself, wondering why on earth would she be given happiness if only it were to be taken away. She wished she could turn the wheel of time and see through him again if only to stop her sorry heart from the pain of heartbreak. Every night she could only dream of him and for a split second she was even ready to forgive him, because for the first time in her life someone understood her, someone understood her views of life and made her feel normal. He gave her hope for bliss and made her dream of a future. He made her feel things, things she felt she shouldn't have to control for once in her life. She felt free and wanted to experience more and more of her emotions, but the happiness was short-lived. Like everyone else, he too exploited her for his own good, used her and then left her heartbroken. She put on a strong face and showed her friends she was fine but deep withing she knew that that was the last straw. She realised once and for all why she should always be in control of her emotions and why she should never feel anything at all. She stopped getting emotionally attached to anyone and pushed people away because that was how things were supposed to happen. She made up her mind once and for all that no one was worthy of her and that she wouldn't let anyone gain advantage on her the way he had. The emotions he made her feel were reckless and painful. Even meditation wouldn't calm her and so she decided to cut herself. The first time was painful. It stung and she could feel the blood trickling down her hand but even through all that pain it gave her relief. From that day on she would do it whenever she felt her emotions were too overwhelming. It reminded her for a moment who was in charge. After she was fully over Malchior she thought she would get rid of her addiction, but she realised she couldn't. she was habituated to cutting herself everyday through joy or sorrow. It gave her pleasure, one that she couldn't put into words. Today was no different. She picked up the knife that she kept in her drawer and felt its cold metal against her skin before cutting herself. The moment the sharp metal moved against her skin; dark red fluid poured out. It was enjoyment for her now. Raven moved to her bed and lay down there with her eyes shut. After about 2 minutes the cut had healed, not completely but enough to stop the bleeding. She stared up at the ceiling wondering why she was so unfortunate.

Okay so that's it for now, I know this is kind of a bit M rated stuff, but I think this is something that most teenagers go through. I've seen friends of mine who are obsessed to cutting themselves and even thought they wanna get rid of it it's hard to. Self-harm many would say is not an addiction, but it is. Its such an addiction that even if you were happy or content you would suddenly wanna hurt yourself. You could wake up at 3 in the morning and still wanna harm yourself. Many a times it becomes a serious mental illness which is why it's important that we help these people overcome this. Anyways so I hope you like it and please review. Will update soon.

Iara Raven