Disclaimer: I don't own TT, and probably never will
Chapter 2: Only a Dream
"Rachel… Rachel" The whisper wove in and out of the darkness. Raven shook her head, why were they calling her Rachel? She heard loud beeps, and running feet, cry's of "She's waking up!" She opened her heavy eyelids; they felt weighed down, like they had been out of use for many years. A white ceiling stared down at her, she raised her hand, there was a hospital bracelet on her wrist. She turned her head to see a timid woman crouched in the corner, eyes as violet as her own. "Rachel" The woman mouthed, as if she was afraid to say the word she had wanted to say so long. A nurse rushed in the room.
"Rachel, you're awake!" She said, helping her up and giving her a glass of water. "Your mother came as soon as she knew you were showing signs. The mousy woman stood up and walked uncertainly over to Raven's bedside, tears glimmering in her eyes. Raven coughed down the water.
"I thought I had lost you Rachel." Arella said, smoothing down her daughters hair.
Raven looked at her in shock, "You died." She whispered, and then remembered Slade. It must be a trap. "My friends, where are my friends, where did Slade tell you to put them, I know your working for him!" Her voice rose to a shout, and she winced, waiting for at least a light bulb to break from her outburst of emotions, but everything in the room stayed intact. Her 'mother' traded concerned looks with the nurse.
"Child, who are you talking about?" She asked calmly
"Robin, Starfire, Beast Boy, and Cyborg, the teen titans, my team, where are they?" She asked, now sincerely panicked.
"Honey, there's no such thing as the teen titans." The nurse said with raised eyebrows. "It must have been a dream; this is common among many coma patients, nothing to worry about…" She continued, but Raven tuned her out, a dream? She had made the teen titans up in her mind? They weren't real? She looked around, as if wanting to know this wasn't true, but there was no spiky hair in the window, no figure dancing among the clouds outside, not a green mouse in sight, and the only machines in the room couldn't laugh.
Raven was released from the hospital about a week later, and she drove home in the car with her mother, stopping in front of a shabby little house in an average neighborhood. During the whole ride home she looked for the silhouette of a giant T against the blue of the sky, but of course there was none to be seen. Her mother showed her her new, or old I guess you could say, room. It was a plain room, with black curtains and bed sheets, a simple desk, and nothing on the wall except an enlarged copy of Poe's poem "The Raven" She crossed over to her closet and opened it to find an assortment of dark clothes, so she was a typical Goth, she analyzed in her mind, something she had always made up her mind not to be, to always be above sulking for yourself in dark corners. She sighed and went to sit on her bed, still maintaining her perfect posture. A dog barked somewhere, her mother was running the sewing machine downstairs, but other then that it was all silence, no tofu and meat fights, no asking for what a certain word or another meant. She was alone, and always would be.
Raven woke up the next morning, still in her clothes from the day before. The smell of herbal tea rose to meet her, and for a moment she wished, hoped, that it had all been just a bad nightmare, and that she was back in the tower where she belonged. But her ugly walls greeted her and she knew that the titans were only a dream. She crossed to her closet and picked out a black top, jeans and a blue hoodie, then went downstairs. Apparently she had been in a coma since the middle of 8th grade, and would be starting 10th grade today. She would have had to be left behind, starting 9th grade with others, but her mother had protested that she was an exceptionally smart girl who would catch on quick, so they had accepted. She wondered what her life had been like when she had fallen into sleep, and what had changed in the 3 years she had been asleep. Her mother changed the subject when she asked her about it; she didn't like to talk about it. She trudged down the rickety stairs and into the living room, poring tea into a traveling mug, grabbed her backpack, and went out to her new bus stop.
Well, there's my second chapter, I'm sorry if the first chapter was confusing, it was supposed to be a little. Just in case you didn't catch it, Raven, whose name is now Rachel, has been in a coma for 3 years. This story takes place in an alternate universe where she didn't have powers and the titans only existed in her dreams, where her mind had made them up over the long years while she was recovering. Please review! It would make one treehugger super happy!