I don't own Teen Titans. Also, it's late at night, and I wanted to kill someone. Normally, I would have killed Raven, because I always kill my favorite characters (or the character they have a crush on so they go all berserk and angsty). But I decided that this person had a more workable excuse for being angsty (always getting butt kicked).
See if you can guess who it is.
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?'s POV
I glare at myself in the mirror. How I hate this, pretending to be happy. I long to get rid of this mask, that hides the real me from the others. They don't see me; they see a smiling, all-around happy guy.
But I'm not a happy guy. I can't do anything right. Every battle, I get my butt kicked, until my friends come to help. Even then, I'm no use at all. I could just fade away, and no one would notice.
I wish it would all just end, that this false face would just shatter once and for all. And tonight, it will.
Turning away from the mirror, I take one last look to see that my room is in order. All of my things put away where they belong. All except one.
Carefully, I take the knife out of its smooth black leather sheath. I fondle the cold steel, turning it this way and that to catch the light, before pressing it to my wrist.
Sharply, angrily, I slash my wrist open once, twice, three times, before cutting my other wrist.
Quickly, before I become too numb to stand, I drag my wrist across the wall, using my blood to write a single word.
That done, I admire my final message for a moment before I fall to the floor, the world fading around me.
I can hear my friends outside the door, asking if I'm alright. There is a crash as they ram the door down. The world is going black around me.
Distantly, I hear them calling my name, telling me to hold on. Then, finally, just before oblivion reaches me, I hear one of them read my message.
"It says…worthless."
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So? Like it? Love it? Hate it?
Anyone figure out who it was?
I'll probably post another chapter later to reveal who it was.