Prologue: In the Diary of a Broken Soul
Two years. That is how long it has been. Robin is gone. Yet he still lingers in my heart, mind-everything is him. Since his death, sanity has slowly been driven out of my mind. Some call me mad. Yet again, I've never been more sane. With the loss of Robin, the Teen Titans lost all hope. It was never to be restored. Two months past as I watched the Titans slowly crumble. Soon enough, nothing mattered. Not life, not death, not friendship-nothing. Our world slowly crumbled beneath our feet. The earth that supported us vanished. And within a year, the world of once happiness and adventurous enjoyment, became a world of pain and hurt. That day, the sun slowly sat on our world. And within a year, the Titans would never see it to rise upon our world again.
That day, the Teen Titans died. Terra, whom had been petrified some time before, would never have the light of hope. Beast Boy, once a comedian and over-filled with humor, died into a man of no hope. Cyborg, once a determined and hard-working friend, became ill-tempered and no longer cared. Starfire, once happy and over-filled with the joy of life, died into a cold-hearted pessimist. I left. I, too, had lost all hope, yet I still searched inside for it. Yet none was left. It has been a year since that day. The Teen Titans are history. Nothing matters.
The love of the days that used to give me hope haunts my mind. All to often my eyes water as I wander through fogged memories. The things I once adored rend my mind. But why do they matter? Why does life matter anymore? Often I think about the sweet scent of suicide pouring upon the cold asphalt of the ally of which I lay. The cold fragrant of blood haunts me in my sleep and in day dreams. The suffering I have endured burdens my mind. A solemn vow of death possesses me as I weep.
Does no one hear my cries, or do they even care? The cold breath of dreaded winter pierces my neck as the icy wind lies a hostile and unfriendly hand on my shoulder. The snow dances upon my cheeks with tears burning my lips. The sorrow that lingers within my is slowly tearing my mind. Slowly, I cry myself to the nightmares of once pleasant dreams. Your presence destroys my thoughts and evades my soul. Your voice whispers in my ear. You are inside me somewhere, but I am unsure where. I so long to find you, yet I wish not to see you. But I always will.