Fourth Chapter: Sticks, Stones, Starfire
About two hours later, after a useless but heated discussion on how we should handle Starfire's condition, I went to my room and locked the door behind me. It was such a waste of time, not knowing what Starfire was going through, not knowing what was wrong, not knowing how to cure her.
I stopped as I passed my mirror. Was that me? I bent closer and saw that, yes, it was me.
I noticed for the first time that my clothes were incredibly soiled, most likely from falling into the dirt after Cinderblock whacked me, and that my usually-spiked hair was tangled and messy. I had a large bruise over a good portion of the left side of my face, again thanks to Cinderblock, not to mention a random cut that was covered by dried blood.
I assumed I had gotten that because I had fallen on a stick or something, but I couldn't be sure.
There was a knock on my door and a voice said, "Robin?" It was Raven.
I walked over to the door while attempting to fix my hair, and then opened it quickly. "Yes?"
"Come with me," she said softly and turned to walk away.
"What?" I asked, not moving an inch.
"Come with me," she repeated, looking over her shoulder at me.
"Why?"
She sighed, though I wasn't sure of the reason. She was the one who had said that I needed to stay in my room to get some rest. Didn't she want me to get better?
"Robin…" she muttered slowly. This wasn't like her. What was going on?
Realization hit me then.
"She's not dead, is she!" I shouted bluntly, my voice more fierce than I intended.