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Chapter 3: Break Through the Wall
A day? A month? A year perhaps since they worried over her unusual behavior. Maybe they'd thought it was a temporary depression, perhaps a family conflict? Nothing big, they were sure of it. She was healed now; she ate a slight more than she usual did, and participated, although reluctantly, in the viewing of movies and the outings to the one of many malls in the city. They never saw, though, the flesh tearing apart with inward screams. They never heard the sound of gags and the constant flushing of the toilet. She was back to herself, in their view. She was once again the Queen of Ice, the Mistress of Darkness; she was once again Raven. Did they not know? Ice has a melting point, indeed it does. It's very core is made of frozen water, and it can be heated up, and it will fall away like tears. Only the freezing bitter coldness of the surroundings will keep it as ice. And that was so, in Titans Tower. Their ignorance, their coldness towards her froze her into a figure of ice, and it was not something you could touch.
Does it hurt, Raven? Why don't you scream? Why don't you cry? Feel the pain! Feel the rage! Let it all go!
If only she could. It was her drug, her addiction, and she could not stop it. She did not want to stop it. Why call it her arms anymore? They were living scratch posts, the dangerous cat used it every night to sharpen its razor like claws, withdrawing crimson rivers. If there was a way to replace them she would, she needed to forget, she needed to get rid of the remaining scars. They were hidden uncomfortably under dark sleeves, and they complained when they were not itched, and shrieked when they were opened again. She wondered of her friends, perhaps they didn't really care, even the most foolish of mortals would be able to see past the masquerade.
Maybe they don't care, darling.
No. It can't be true. They're friends. They care.
All the bloody tissues? The water bill rising steadily? What is there not to notice?
Those are small things, nothing to worry about…
They wouldn't mind your death, Raven dear. You know it, don't you? Look at yourself now! Living like a scum! When you can live in glory beside your father. He is waiting for you, Raven love. He is waiting.
No. I wont listen. I can't listen. You're not my friend. My father cannot be trusted. I will not listen!
Your friends. They hurt you, don't they? With their insults and seclusion of your presence.
It's okay. They're right, I am creepy.
Fool, don't fall for that! You are hurt! You feel pain! Why not give them a little punishment, eh? Don't they deserve it? Come now Raven.
Shut up. Shut up! I don't want to hurt my friends! No matter how much they hurt me!
Now Raven, be reasonable. They are the cause of your depression…
"Shut. Up." She clenched her fists, causing the blood to flow again, and she gasped in pain. A ceramic miniature vase nearby cracked audibly and she groaned. It was one of her favorites. Oh well, what could she do? Nothing at all. She stood up, and grasping wet tissues in her right hand she tossed them into a plastic trashcan. Reaching for a roll of cloth she ripped it with her teeth, which any girl would be envious of, and carefully placed it around her arm. Only once around, of course. It wouldn't do to have the rest of the team notice her sleeves bulging with disproportion. It wouldn't do at all.
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