Disclaimer: Bah!

I'm sorry chapter one was so damn dramatic. I was depressed. The rest of the story isn't going to be that bad and melodramatic, I swear. It'll probably have some humor eventually. But for now, a bit more drama until we can get past this point, so bear with me here. Thanks for the reviews! I didn't really expect any. You guys rock! (grins and dances)

I must warn you, BB isn't exactly sweet and fuzzy in this chapter. But he'll get back in-character soon enough. I promise I won't make him be like this for the whole fic!

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Raven walked quickly down the hallway and stopped in front of the bathroom door when she noticed that it was closed. She sighed and leaned against the wall to wait. Why were her teammates so inconsiderate? Well, why was Beast Boy so inconsiderate, because the others were in the living room. The door had been closed when she'd walked by last time. She stood there for a few minutes, staring off into space, and then finally walked back to the door and pounded on it.

"Beast Boy, you've been in there long enough!" she called. There was no response, and Raven started to get annoyed. "Beast Boy!" she said loudly, pounding again. Still no answer. She repeated this several times, and finally started to become suspicious. "Beast Boy!" she tried one last time, before using her powers to open the door, really hoping she wasn't going to see anything disturbing (this was the bathroom, after all). Since there was no shriek of embarrassment, Raven figured it was safe and entered the room. She walked forward, looking around. She felt her boot squish in something wet, and looked down to see a small puddle of crimson liquid, which was coming from Beast Boy. He was curled up into a ball in front of the sink, his eyes open slightly. Raven gasped. "Beast Boy?" she asked quietly, hit by a wave of shock. His eyes turned up at her slightly but he made no movements. At least he was obviously alive, though he didn't say anything to her. She didn't try to make him talk. She didn't want to make him talk. She didn't want to hear what he might say.

Raven knelt down beside him, trying to figure where he was bleeding from. She grabbed one of his arms and as she noticed the gash on his wrist, she started to grudgingly get an idea of what might have happened. She placed a hand on the wound to heal it. She concentrated, and she could feel warmth spread slowly from her own fingers and onto his wrist. A few minutes later, the cut had healed and she repeated the process on the other wrist. When this was complete, she said nothing to him. She stood up silently and walked briskly out the bathroom door, leaving him there on the floor.

Beast Boy lay there for a moment, a bit dazed, reflecting on things. For some reason, he was surprised to be alive, as though it were unfamiliar to him. He had been unsuccessful in his bitter attempt, this he knew. Raven had saved him, and he had been so close to getting out. He felt a bit unhappy with the fact that he hadn't even been able to kill himself right. He lifted his arm and stared at his wrist. It wasn't even visible that it had been gaping a moment ago, except for the fact that it was stained with the blood that had collected around where the wound was previously.

A sudden noise stirred him and he jumped, skidding even farther into the small puddle of his own blood. The sticky, foul substance soaked through to his skin. It was a most unpleasant feeling, warm and almost overpowering. The noise he had heard was footsteps, and he could see the rest of the Titans outside the bathroom door, entering quickly. Beast Boy sat up. Robin stepped forward immediately.

"What the hell were you thinking!?" he asked, his voice full of fear, confusion, and anger. That was what the rest of them appeared to be thinking also. Cyborg looked harsh and a bit frightened, Raven looked stern, and Starfire was crying silently. "Just what the hell were you thinking!? You could have died!"

Beast Boy couldn't say anything for a moment. "What are you talking about?" he asked finally.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about!" Robin snapped. "Raven told us! Why would you do that to yourself!? WHY!?" he sounded extremely demanding but there was a note of panic in his voice.

Beast Boy stood up. "That's none of your business," he retorted, trying to walk past Robin out of the room, but Cyborg grabbed him, restraining him from any escape.

"It is his business. It's all of our business. We're your friends," Cyborg said. Beast Boy leaped away from him and backed up against the side of the tub.

"Don't touch me!" he said. "None of you touch me!" his voice was sharp and harsh. Not at all like normal. It startled all of them, including Beast Boy himself.

"What is your problem!?" Robin shouted, sounding angrier than any of them had ever heard him. Beast Boy was shaking uncontrollably.

"Get back, all of you! I was perfectly happy! I was almost out! And you fucked it up!" he snarled, pointing a finger at Raven. "Well you know what!? I'll do it again! I'll do it right now! I'll keep trying until I get it right!" he said. He was talking crazy now, not really thinking about anything he said. This was so wrong. She had saved his life, hadn't she? Why was he reacting this way? Why couldn't he seem to control the words coming out of his mouth? "And I'm not going to let any of you stop me!" he grabbed the razor blade from where he had left it on the counter, not really even intending to do anything with it but it felt good to have the option. But the others didn't know that.

"Azerath, Metrion, Zinthos!" chanted Raven, and Beast Boy was knocked backwards, the blade flying out of his hand. Before he could stand up, he was hit with one of Starfire's starbolts and lost consciousness.

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Damn, this chapter took forever. I had to keep revising it and rereading it and hating it before I finally came up with something that I liked. But, at least I accomplished it! Oh happy day! (does the 'I did it!' dance).