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Beast Boy flew to the library as quickly as he was able. Part of him was cursing Cyborg for not tipping him off sooner, and the other himself for not thinking she would simply find another way out. The library had never seemed further away.

He didn't want her to be there. That guy wasn't someone for her to be around, and she knew it. Or at least he hoped she did. He wasn't so sure actually.

Finally arriving, he landed onto the ground, and ran inside, earning several reproachful looks from the librarians he rushed passed.

"Don't run in the library!" One called to him, and he forced himself to slow down. It wouldn't be good to get kicked out before he reached his destination.

I'm just being paranoid. He chided himself, but for some reason the lump in his chest wouldn't die down. Why did he feel like something bad was about to happen? Sure it was Raven, and he didn't want anything to happen to her, but she could take care of herself…well he hoped she would.

Finally, he reached the door, and felt his face fall as he noticed it was cracked open and completely dark within. Maybe Raven had changed locations in an effort to avoid him. Deciding to at least check, he pushed at the door, surprised when it seemed to be stuck. Morphing into a small mouse, he ran through the narrow crack, then changed back to his normal self. It took him a moment to get use to the dark—his night vision was excellent, but he too had to make the adjustment. And when he finally was able to see…he wished that he wasn't able to.

The guy…the guy he had been hating for the past two days….Swallowing hard, Beast Boy took a step back. He watched the body move back and forth, swinging freely from the ceiling, hanging only by a rope…around the neck…

He was seconds from running out of the room, when he heard an odd rustling sound to his left. Oh no…the sickening in his stomach grew as he saw a hooded figure huddled in the corner.

Beast Boy ran to her side, kneeling down to see if she was alright. Her eyes were wide open, but she wasn't crying. She was just looking blankly into her knees, as though unsure what to do. "Raven?" She didn't even look up at him. Placing one hand on her shoulder, he suddenly realized she was trembling. I have to get her out of here. He gripped her other shoulder, and said very softly, "Lets go."

"Beast Boy?" She said the words slowly, as though she wasn't even sure it was him.

"Lets get out of here." He suggested again.

Slowly realization hit her, and her entire body grew rigid. "Don't touch me." She hissed. Standing up, she brushed passed him. "I'm fine."

She wasn't fine. And they both knew it.

The door slammed open as she used her power to knock the chair carelessly away. It smashed into the nearby wall, splintering into pieces. Beast Boy followed behind her, far enough to stay away from her rampage, but close enough that she knew he was there. Stepping to the first girl with a name tag, she spoke, her words completely emotionless. "Someone hung themselves in the private room in the corner." Without waiting for a reaction, she continued on.

Out the door, back to Titan Tower, back to her room, where she closed her door with such fury that everyone knew not to mess with her right now.

The only thing the others didn't know was why.

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Robin watched as Beast Boy hovered around Raven's room, looking highly unsure what to do. Something was going on, and whatever it was, it didn't appear to be a good thing. And it was time to find out what.

Walking up to Beast Boy, he placed one hand on his shoulder, stopping him in mid pace. "Be in the living room in ten minutes." He said evenly, but with enough force for him to know this wasn't just a suggestion. Robin played with the idea of asking Raven to come as well, but in seeing her come in, he doubted messing with her would be the wises decision. The changeling simply nodded at his request, though looked out of sorts at the idea of leaving the door.

Robin made his way back down to the living room, where Cyborg and Starfire had already gathered.

"Should I not go and see if Raven is all right?" The red haired girl asked hopefully.

"Not until we find out what's going on." He knew people had secrets, but he also knew secrets more often ended up hurting then helping. And it was time to crack this particular one.

He tried to examine everything in every possible angle. Raven, while not too unusual, had been distant the past month. Then suddenly, she and Beast Boy gets into a fight, over something that made her upset enough to fly away. The next day, she didn't seem any different, although Beast Boy was hanging around her a lot more then usual…but that could be written off as his attempts in getting back on her good side.

"Have either of you noticed anything out of the ordinary with Beast Boy and Raven?" He asked the other Titans quietly.

Starfire looked towards the ceiling in thought, one finger brushing her lips. "Hmmm, they have been acting strangely, but I have not a clue why." She said after a moment. Cyborg was a little more helpful.

"Well just a little while ago, Raven was heading to the library and Beast Boy pretty much told her he'd be going with her, or she wasn't going." He mused. "Thought it was a bit weird, especially since when he realized she had snuck out, he went all ballistic and stormed after her."

"Could she not be angered Beast Boy followed her?" Starfire asked. "Perhaps I should go and check—"

"Eh, I think she wants to be alone right now, Star." Robin told her, her face falling once again. The Tamaranian girl was certainly not the kind sit idly by while one of her friends was upset.

"What's up guys?" Beast Boy strolled into the living room, but he wasn't looking at them directly, completely caught up in his own thoughts. Something very unlike Beast Boy.

"And the plot thickens." Cyborg muttered, apparently catching the same vibe. Beast Boy sat in a chair across from them, looking highly nervous by this interrogation setting.

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This was probably the last place he wanted to be right now.

Alright, he could think of a few worse places. He imagined trapped on a zombie island or abducted by evil, brain sucking aliens might be worse, but he doubted by much. Robin wanted some answers and Beast Boy just wasn't sure what to tell them.

Oh hey, Raven's been seeing some psycho and he decided to go all suicidal today. Rough, huh? That just didn't seem to cut it.

"I think you know why you are here." Robin began. "Something is going on with you and Raven."

"What makes you say that?" He laughed nervously. Alright, there were a few things that could make them a little suspicious. Again, he was faced with the question…do I tell them? He should…he knew he should. But then they'd wonder why he hadn't said anything sooner. If he had told them before—what if they had done something different? What if they had managed to find a way to save the guy she was with from ever...

"Look, we are a team—we can't help you if you don't tell us what's going on." Robin's tone was very serious.

"And we are most worried." Starfire jumped in, her hands gripping her knees.

This was all about Raven…it somehow felt wrong to expose her personal life to them, without her knowing. "Um, well, you see…" He started, hoping the words would simply come to him. No such luck. He just continued to stare at them, hopelessly tongue tied.

"Come on, BB..." Even Cyborg was pressuring him. He felt his face begin to sweat. What to do, what to do…Raven was hurt. He knew she was hurting inside. Although that guy was a complete jerk, he had meant something to her, and he took his life so easily. It was a lot for Beast Boy to admit to himself that Raven probably felt something for that guy, although that didn't stop him from selfishly hoping it wasn't anything more then friendship. Either way, to have something like this happen….

He didn't know how to help her.

He wanted to, more then anything in the world. He was a complete goof and might screw everything up, but he wanted to seriously try and help her.

Would it help more to let everyone know, or to keep her secret hidden? Would she get more help from them, or feel more betrayed?

"Gyaaahhh!" He gripped his head from all his thoughts, earning several jumps from the other Titans. "Duuude, I'm not suppose to have to think this hard!"

"Then just tell us and we can think together." Robin persuaded.

He had to tell them. Raven needed all of them now. Breaking down, he slumped into his chair. "She is so going to kill me…but…it happened a few days ago…"

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This hadn't happened. This couldn't have happened. Something evil must have interfered, because that was the only thing to explain. It was her fault…she is the one that came into his life. Then again…she should have known this was coming. Last time he seemed perfectly willing to die…for them both to die. But to actually see him…there…

The bookshelf against the wall suddenly slammed itself into the opposite side, sending a rain of paper flying through the air.

She wasn't sure what to feel. She wasn't suppose to be feeling anything. Her emotions…she had to keep them under control. Was she angry? The desire to destroy everything in her room was very evident. To destroy everything she saw…to destroy herself…

It was all her fault. Everything. He wanted her to die with him…and he chose to leave her. He had left her, didn't he? Was she all alone again? Shaking her head, her expression turned bitter. She was already alone. This didn't change anything.

It wasn't that she hadn't seen death before. It's just…to have it so personally there…and…

Her bed suddenly lifted into the air, smashing into the ceiling, then tumbling back on the ground. Gripping her head, she sunk to the floor. She had to control herself.

She slowly felt along the floor, until her fingers touched the cold metal of the hand mirror that had fallen. Mediate. She needed to meditate. Repress all these…feelings. There had to be an answer in what she should do next. And she would find it.

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Retelling what he knew of the story had not been easy. He wasn't able to look at any of them in the eyes, finding it much more comforting to stare down at his shoes. Why did it feel so much like he was betraying Raven?

She didn't like other people knowing her personal life…she wouldn't want them to know that she was probably suffering from something now. But…if she wasn't going to tell them, then who would? Even if she hated him, he hoped that it balanced by her knowing they were all behind her. Hopefully.

"Man, that's awful." Cyborg finally spoke when he had finished.

"How long has she been seeing that guy?"

"I really don't know." The changeling was kind of glad there was something he didn't know.

"We must see Raven at once and lend her our shoulders!" Starfire announced, looking furious that Raven was all alone after something like this had happened.

Robin just rested his chin in his hand, not looking so certain. "It might be better to leave her alone for awhile…having all us around her might make her even more upset."

"But she is our friend," Starfire protested.

"I think if anyone should go, it should be Beast Boy," Cyborg commented. "Come on, how is she going to feel about all of us clamoring to see how she's doing, when she doesn't know we know anything?"

"True…" Robin drummed his fingers on the side of the couch as he attempted to think. "In fact…it might be better for the three of us not to bring it up with her at all—just kind of be there more for her."

"Then we must invite her to partake in the eating and drinking of tonight." Starfire said, getting up. The leader of the Titans sighed and jumped up, grabbing a hold of her arm.

"We'll do that tomorrow." He said in exasperation. Beast Boy would have snickered at the two of them, if he wasn't so caught up in his own thoughts of what he should be doing. He wanted to go see if she was okay, probably just as much as Starfire did. But maybe she didn't want to see anyone…or maybe she just thought she didn't want to see anyone. It was hard to tell which was more accurate.

Apparently the three others had been talking while he, once again, got caught up in his thoughts. "So, is that cool with you, BB?" Cyborg asked him.

"Um, what?"

"For you to go check on Rae." Robin stated.

"What! I mean sure I want to, but she didn't really seem to want to be near me before and I don't want her to be angry, so—"

"Since when has that ever stopped you?" Cyborg scoffed, but his expression turned more serious. "She probably needs some alone time after all this, but her being all alone isn't a good thing either."

"Alright, I'll go check on her." He did want to check on her…it was Raven. Of course he wanted to check on her. And with that said, he left the room, with his new found determination.

Which promptly vanished the moment he reached Raven's door.

What was he thinking? Did he seriously think Raven would appreciate him knocking on the door and asking if she was okay? The pit of his stomach was saying no. But he wanted to see how she was doing. He really did want to help her and be there for her. Raven wasn't the one to rely on anybody, but maybe, just maybe, if he kept being his persistent self, she might at least think of relying on him, even as a passing thought.

Taking in a deep breathe, he raised one hand and lightly brushed the door with his knuckles. At first he thought that she might have not heard, and was about to knock louder, when it swung open a few inches.

"Rae?" He poked his head through the door, peering into the room. The room was in utter disarray. The book shelf was thrown on the ground, the bed sideways against the wall, and every little odd knickknack she had was strew across the floor, their forms causing twisted shadows to dance across the walls. Stepping over a demented parrot and through the wilderness of papers…he was definitely feeling this was a bad time. "Raven…?"

"What do you want?" Her quiet voice startled him, especially concerning he still wasn't able to figure out exactly where she was.

"I just, you know, wanted to see how you were doing." He said, stuttering a bit over the words. Trying to shake the nervousness off, he reminded himself that there was nothing to be afraid of. It was just Raven. Again, that was echoed with the reminder that there was something to be afraid of…because it was Raven.

Finally, walking out of the shadows, one hand clutching a mirror, Raven made her location known. Despite the turmoil of her room, and possibly the emotions she had within, she looked perfectly calm and collected. Well, other then the fact that her knuckles were turning white from gripping the mirror, and the slight tremble Beast Boy saw as she stepped forward.

"I just thought you might want someone to talk to." He said, running the words together a bit. "You know, I'm here for you , so, you can just talk to me, and—"

"You mean over Malvern's death?" Her voice was surprisingly light, something Beast Boy wasn't prepared for. He wasn't sure what he expected, but it wasn't for her to say words like that so calmly, especially considering her reaction before. "I really am fine."

He surveyed the room with wide eyes. "Um, if this is your way of being fine, I hate to see you not being fine." She simply shrugged her shoulders, not looking phased by his comment. That freaked him out a bit more. Even normal Raven would have something to say to such an easy target, like 'Not as bad as your room.'

"I should have expected this to happen, considering the events of our last encounter." Her words were even and sound. He searched her face, trying to read beyond her words.

"Um…so you are really okay then?" This was going eerily well. It couldn't be so easy. This had to be some sort of dream. If that was so, then any minute the walls would turn into tofu, or Raven would start telling him how she'd been secretly in love with him all this time. Not that he ever dreamed that or anything…

"I'm fine." Stepping back into the shadows of her room, this seemed to be a sign that she didn't really want to talk anymore.

"Well...okay then…I'll see you tomorrow Rae." And very awkwardly he ran out the room. This had to be the oddest conversation he had had with her in a long time. There was something wrong…But maybe she really was fine? Maybe she had gone back to her senses?

Somehow, he seriously doubted it.

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Raven watched as the green changeling hurried out of her room, looking confused by her words. The mirror she had been clutching was digging deeply into her hand, but her grip refused to lesson. She knew what she had to do, and she was prepared to do it. Selfishly, she would wait until tomorrow night, wanting to see the people she had called friends one last time.

I can make it one more day. Her eyes were wide, and she slipped to her knees as her limbs began to tremble once again. Malvern was dead and it was her fault. She deserved to die more then anyone. If she did, she would finally be rid of the darkness that haunted her. It all made sense.

"One more day."

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Raven certainly isn't handling any of this well ;;;

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