Forbidden Secrets
Meef
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, yet I do own this story.
Heh, for the purpose of length, this is before the first chapter. This is when Raven first started cutting herself. The next chapter will be where I left off, though.
Chapter Two: Ecstasy
"…but I though you loved me…" She barely gasped this out, pain enthralling her heart. "You said you loved me…"
"Raven," a boy in red with a mask on was pleading, "I'm sorry… It's just, I don't love you anymore. It's not meant to be…"
"Don't touch me!" She threw Robin back, the boy flipping over the couch. In a fury, she hovered to her room, tears dripping from her eyes. She was broken. Robin didn't care, no one did. She could just die. She hit Cyborg on the way into her room, knocking him into it. Sandwich meat of many different types, a knife, bread, and at least thirty condiments were laying everywhere.
"Hey Raven, are you ang---" He didn't have time to finish.
"Azarath metrion zinthos!" Cyborg flew out of the room, and against the wall, leaving a dent. Raven's door slammed shut so hard that the computer system operating it broke. "And stay out!"
She fell to the floor crying. "Why was I so stupid?" A glint on the floor caught her eye. The knife. Trembling fingers picked it up and she looked at it. "I couldn't…" She just imagined the perfectly sharp blade sliding across her wrist, parting the skin with a trail of crimson. "Who would care? I don't…"
She put the knife to her wrist, sliding the knife across it. At first, only a small line of crimson formed, but soon blood gushed out. She felt a new feeling. Something that even sex couldn't give her. Ecstasy. Adrenaline pulsed throughout her, she feeling orgasmic. She loved this feeling. Once again, she slid the knife across one of her wrist, blissfully giggling at the sight of her blood.
"Take that Robin…" She murmured, cutting a spot further up on her arm. "…and that…" She carefully wiped off the knife with her cape and fell asleep. When she woke up she was in her bed. She was naked. She was under covers. Her wrist and upper arms were sore. Then she remembered why her arms were sore. Hopefully no one noticed.
She looked at her wrist and except for a few barely visible cuts, they looked normal. "I'm sorry…" She started crying. She couldn't stop. She looked for that knife. She needed another knife.
And that's how it started. The next chapter will be the present, taking place after chapter one. Anyone interested in illustrating it, do it. E-mail me the pics at Also; e-mail me lemon ideas if you want lemon. I'm not a great lemon author. \\/ Peace!