DISCLAIMER: Once again I repeat: I DUN OWN TEEN TITANS!!!!!!! But I own: Sarah, Aquilus, Emily and Michael Greenway and Acerbus.... so.... no touche!

Wow, this chapter I wrote in almost one sitting. I was planning to have the Sarah part of the chapter in the last story but I couldn't fit it in anywhere so I decided to put it this one.

This chapter is for all the little peoples that thought Sarah was just some stupid blonde girl that has more boobs than brains. I planned this character every carfuly so when I posted this some people will think back to other chapters and kind of know why Sarah was drunk in them.

This chapter is EXTREMELY depressing, even writing this made me a little sad. So enough talking about it,

enjoy,

CHAPTER 6

The Pain behind my Eyes

Sarah placed the cigarette in her mouth and sucked in the foul smoke of the small cigarette. My second tonight, Sarah thought depressed, I keep telling myself the next one is the last. She exhaled and the smoke drifted up from her blackened lungs into the small cheap room. Calling her house cheap was calling Bill Gates just a little rich. It was located in the poorer part of town, the scary part of Jump City. The part that other people would rather take the long way around the couple of blocks instead of driving through them. Murders, drug dealings, robberies. Yup it had it all, not that Sarah was proud of being brought up in a place that people are scared to walk outside at night but it was better than being on the streets begging for food and money like some piece of shit.

Sarah sucked in another douse of the cigarette's smoke. She had been smoking for about two years, Damn peer pressure, she thought to herself. Though she started two years ago she had been smoking more and more the last year or so.

She snubbed the cigarette in a nearby ashtray and reached for the remote and turned up the music video 'Rose of Sharyn' and picked herself up from the couch into the small cramped kitchen and walked over to the fridge her bare feet padding softly on the tiled floor. Sarah opened the door and looked inside, there was nothing much expect a few cartons of a day or so Chinese food and a carton of beer bottles. She reached in and took a swing of an opened one and took a half empty carton of noodles. She closed the fridge with her hip and walked reached out and opened a drawer taking a fork and closing the drawer also with her hip.

Walking into the TV/living room she placed a fork full of the tasty noodles in her mouth. She settled on the couch bringing up her legs into a crossed position. This was usually how her Saturday nights went, watching music videos in her sweatpants and tank top while munching on something. The music blared in her ears but she didn't bother to turn it down though the neighbors will probably complain either in a few minutes or tomorrow morning about the noise, Screw them, she thought as she shoveled another load of noodles in her mouth.

The front door banged open, Sarah didn't even bother turning her head to see who came in. "SARAH WHY THE HELL ARE YOU FUCKING MAKING SO MUCH NOISE!" Came a screaming voice from behind the couch Sarah was snuggled up in, Great dad is half drunk half hang over. Sarah narrowed her eyes and placed down the now empty carton on the small end table, Just try not to piss him off to much... "DID YOU HEAR ME YOUNG LADY?!" He screamed again. Too late, "I'm so glad you actually came home tonight," Sarah said standing up, "Do you know how fucking freaked I was last night when the cops called?!" Sarah faced her blood-shot eyed father, "Where the hell were you? Off screwing that bitch? Getting drunk and passing out on the side of the road as usual?!" She almost screamed.

She closed her eyes and sighed, she re-opened them and started walking away to the small dumpy closet she called her room. "Don't you walk away from me!" He snarled as he yanked Sarah's arm, turning her around. "Don't you ever use that tone!" He yelled his face inches away from hers, his hand still painfully gripping Sarah's bare arm. "Let go," she whimpered. There were tears in her eyes and her arm was slowly turning red, she bit her lip staring into the slightly glazed over eyes of her 'father'. He scoffed and slapped her hard, knocking her to the ground. He stomped off to his room slamming the door shut.

Tears slowly rolled down Sarah's cheeks, she still hadn't moved. There was laying on the floor, her blonde hair covering her face sticking to it by her salty tears. Her cheek and arm were both red and throbbing. Slowly she moved one arm then the other, pushing herself into a sitting position. Slowly she reached tenderly toward her red arm, she touched it with a single shaky finger. She swore loudly. I don't even want to look at my face, She thought to herself as she stood up, passing the wall mirror. She padded over to the fridge opening the freezer and taking an ice pack and putting it on her face.

Sitting on the floor with the ice pack, the pain only seemed to get worse, the mixed combinations of her arm and her cheek plus the freezing ice pack. Warm salty tears slowly rolled down her cheeks providing little warmth to the freezing swollen cheek. Shape up Sarah! She almost screamed at herself, You've dealt with worst and you can make it through worst. Got it? Now stop frickin' crying. Just find a way to make the pain go away... Her thoughts drifted off as she looked around the dirty, small kitchen. Her eyes searching looking around, then she saw it. The cabinet, not just a cabinet it was the cabinet that her father kept his booze.

Just find a way to make the pain go away...

She stood up and walked across the small room and opened the door, placing her ice pack on the counter. Her hand paused over each one deciding which one to take, her eyes fell over the blueberry whiskey. Good enough as any other... She took the bottle and sat down on the ground again.

With in a few gulps she had drained it about halfway; already the pain was slowly starting to melt, a familiar pleasant buzzing feeling in her head. She held the bottle at arm's length with a pale and shaky arm. Bottoms up, Sarah thought bitterly as she drained the rest of the bottle in a single long gulp.

She pulled her knees up to her chest hugging them. She dropped the bottle, it rolled to the middle of the kitchen. She buried her head in her knees, closing her eyes. No matter how much alcohol she drank the pain behind her eyes would always be there.

He leaned against a dumpster. Not the best smelling place in this foul city, he thought glumly. His fierce eyes scouted the area, but no one hangs around here. A bitter smile crossed his twisted face as if he was pleased. He closed his fierce aqua green eyes.

He had it all. He reached beside him into his backpack, resting on top was a camera. He had her whole life for the past week on it, the most recent picture taken only a few hours ago. Acerbus sighed, She killed my sweet heart. She almost killed me! There is no way she is ever going to do that much damage to one person ever again. By now his lip was trembling as if he was going to cry. But Acerbus never cried since it happened. Since Raven had shot him with the pointy metal rods, he never showed any emotion besides anger since then. It had scared him for life literally; he still had the scars on his stomach and a large one on his neck. He had tried to fight back, but what was he going to do? Bleed on her? Aquilus sent him away from Raven; I knew she hated that Raven, but to injure me in killing her? See what you do to people Raven? You twist their souls, so they spend their focusing on you not their love ones. But all that's over now, you killed my sweat heart Aquilus and I'm going to kill you. His eyes glowed with lunacy, and the dumpster melted behind him. If only you hit someone else besides me with those rods then maybe you'd be dead now. If only I could at least have her body, they had cleared out the bodies by the time I was healed. But I could sense my Aquilus's blood and you ain't getting off easy for killing her!

Acerbus broke out in a loud manic sounding laugh, it echoed off the ally way sounding even more and more twisted.

Okay, don't even say your not depressed and feel sorry for Sarah!

-SNOWBALLHEAT-