A/N: Thank you gip-k for telling me about that. I didn't catch it when I skimmed through it the final time. Thanks! -give you a bag of cookies-

Why did he have to go fall of the top of the tower? What the hell even possessed him to go up there! I mean, you would think that he would've turned into a stupid freaking bird. But no. The little green freak spazzed out and didn't. He had to go KERSPLAT. The stupid little boy is now a pile of green snot. That's exactly what I want to think about when I miss him.

Why would he just leave me here all alone? I've never felt so sad in my entire life. If I leave this room...God knows what would happen. It would be like giving a snob pink nail polish...It would give me a chance to let out all the emotions I'm hiding right now. I bet you've never seen me cry.

And what's worse is that I saw a green blur from my room before I heard the loud thunk. Every single freaking night I repeatedly hear that. It's been four fucking days and I'm afraid to fall asleep because it's so sickening. I sit here all night staring out the window and I swear that I can see him falling again and again. A broken record playing again and again. Just like I hear that thunk again and again.

And that's when all the emotions that have been bottled up inside just let go. But I don't destroy any buildings...I just cry. And it sounds pathetic but it's just rage...a war inside my body that no matter how hard I try to stop, how hard I try to forget, how freaking hard I try to make it go away.

It won't.

It won't stop.

I can't make it.

It's a feeling I don't think I can describe. It's like sitting outside in your yard so mad and crying so hard you just can't do anything about it. You're so mad that no matter what you do, it won't go away. And you just keep thinking. You throw that rubber band on your wrist as far as it will go. You throw your shoes and leave them there when you do go in. You rip out the grass and punch the ground with such a fury, you can't even believe that this side of you has surfaced but everyone has it. Everyone.

And then you grab that razor that your parents thought they hid from you but you've known where it is all along. You sit there with it in your hands and you wait for someone to stop you but that someone never comes. You desperately want the pain to go away but even as the blood drips, you know its still in you.

You know that it's there.

And then the craziness starts. That's when you go insane from the pain. You sit there and it overcomes you. It multiplies and multiplies and it takes over your mind. You just can't take it and your mind shifts into overload. You lose it. And you think you can do things.

You think you can fly away and leave it all behind...

The three remaining Teen Titans read this in terror. Raven's window was open. No one had heard a thing. They believed that they should just leave her be and let her deal with the pain in her own way.

And when they turned the page over, there was a small indiscernable sentence that not even the Titans could make out through the tear stains.

And the worst part is...I miss him...

But she thought she could fly somewhere special.

She really thought she could fly somewhere new.

She really thought...

But in her temporary insanity she fell. Her heart broke as soon as she stepped out of the window. She couldn't fly. She couldn't. She just fell. No one even heard her scream.

A/N: Note to everyone out there: I am not a cutter. One of my dear friends was once and he explained to me that he thought the badness and the pain were in his blood and if he cut himself, it would go away. It was actually really ingenious the way he put it (for someone who was a cutter in 7th grade).

Anywho, it's angst. Written a while back and touched up now. So enjoy and you know the drill,

Review pweeze. –puppy dog eyes-

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