I sit sideways on a pink bed, having given up sleep hours ago, thinking. Maybe this room is just a little too pink... some purple would be nice, but not black. Not black, like Raven. I am also one of the few who understands Raven... she, too, wears a mask, but of a different kind...

I try, as does Beast Boy, to get her to open up. She puts up a shield against the world... I have to make her understand that hiding from the world will only make her condition work. She can develop a resistance against it. Positive emotions create a lock on her demonic half, which gives her her power but, when put away, does not control it. She must transform herself from a vessel for her power to one who has great power. But still she attempts to recede into herself. Many times I can't, myself, pull her out, but the rest of the team behind me can and does help. This girl has a special condition, it's true, but it doesn't have to become a handicap. I've noticed herself come out much more lately... the lock is already being built, it has contained her anger. Now she does not feel hate towards any of us, nor anger. Annoyance yes, hatred, no.

I believe many find her 'Gothic.' I beg to differ... she has preferences for the color black, this is true, but she does not fit into that category. Why? Well, maybe it's because very few fit their stereotypes. I am found to be a 'Prep' when in fact, I really could not be less of one. The only reason I use pink is to maintain a positive mindset... Tameranian psychology is much different from the human kind. As I have said before, an angry Tameranian can launch into a blind rage, destroying anything and everything. So in truth, Raven and I share a trouble. We merely control it in different ways.

I have to say she is, as much as she would deny it to the public, a very good friend of mine. She knows about my problem with negative emotion, and I can help her with hers. We might look like exact opposites, and in some ways we are, but she isn't gloomy or depressed. No, she would be if I let her. But that's not who she is. She's Raven... she is mysterious and secretive, but also loyal and strong.

Sitting here, in the dead of night, I wonder what she's doing. Probably not sleeping... she never was one who needed much sleep. No, I imagine her cross-legged, hovering above her bed, chanting softly, and finding her center. I do so as well, sometimes. It has a calming effect, it helps me maintain a good mood. She is probably exploring her mind, something I may soon learn how to do. I have seen a sketch of her mind... it is barren, with its own sort of tranquility. It is fractured and split, and the earth is blackened. She now, as she has told me, seen some reeds srpouting near a pond, and a sparrow has hatched. It's green. Why a green sparrow has any significance I don't know, but it must, because it is her mind. Sure, I realise. I understand part of her. But there's that little bit she keeps to herself, that no one will ever know... and that is really what makes her Raven.

CreatorOfKitty: Okay, okay, I gave in... I'll be doing more when I feel like it. These are harder to write than stories, ya know, takes a while to think everything up and there's no plot progression to help you along...

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