HI MY FRIENDS I'M BACK! With another TT chapter! This one is BB/RAE, and sad, as always. This chapter is one of my favorites. Everything in here, except from the last two sentences, it's a letter I wrote to my best friend when someone I loved died. The guy I'm referring to in my fanfic "Do you remember me, anata"…Anyway. Hope you like!

I DO NOT OWN TT, THOUGH I WISH I COULD!

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After Raven got in her room, she lied on her bed and tried to sleep, but she couldn't. He rmind was busy. She was thinking of Beastboy, seeing Beastboy in front of her in a ghostly image, she was dreaming of Beastboy...This shouldn't be happening. She should go on.

Raven stood pu and went to her desk. She took a white sheet of paper and feathered pen, opened the bottle with the ink and started writting her thoughts down to the paper. The thoughts tha was about Beastboy and what he meant to her.

"Dear Beastboy

Everything is always wrong for me.

No one cares and when they do, they always pity me. There's no way I will ever be like them. I don't know what they know, I can't understand anything. I'm just so different. I don't like the music they like, I don't like parties and balls, I am not going out often, I always stay in my room and…I love books. Everyone else hates books an, but I'm a bookworm.

I am not of the Earth. For them, I always am the one to avoid. Because I stay in my room and I have wonderful journeys to other worlds, times and dimensions through books, they always tease me. I am always the creepy one, the terrifying one. They don't want to be next to me, they always say that "if you stay next to her you'll be like her"….And this "like her" is always bad. Very bad. It's like…I have a disease that can't be cured and it's very dangerous. So they don't want to be next to me.

I've always wanted to be someone else. I wished, I hoped and I've longed for it so much, but it never happens…Why anyway? Do I deserve anything good? No. Am I accepted from the others? No. Am I happy and smiley? No. I am sad and sorrowful. I am not beautiful; I am creepy, bad, cold, dark and different. And their words are sharp.

They all judge me from my appearance. Just because I look like that, they're staying away from me. The avoid me. They talk about me behind my back; they never say what they think of me in front of me. Are they afraid? I don't know. But…If they don't like me, they can tell it in front of me! I don't like the way the act for me…They're all against me. I only have my books. People are hard, the world is cruel and I'm in the middle of it. If you're different, they try to shut you down, to erase you. You're not like them, you're invisible for them. And, either you want to believe it or not, you vanish.

They just don't care for what you hide in your heart. They only want everyone to be like them. And if you resist, you'll never be like them, you will be the bad guy. Even if you're just special they'll make you believe that this specialty is bad, they'll say you're different and here goes. Your doom. You're crying, but they don't care. They bury you deep down and they stop referring to you, like you never existed. They erase you. Mind me, you'll all live it someday.

I was strong enough to go through such thing when you were by my side, my love. But now that you left me, I can't stand anymore.

Forever yours, Raven Roth"

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AWIE! Wow, I wrote THIS ONE very fast…Oh, me I really don't know one thing for sure. You know me….I don't know why I have such an attitude for sad stories, it just happens. I don't know, really. Maybe it's because when I cry I'm beautiful, and when I laugh, I'm not. My new boyfriend says the I look gorgeous when I cry, but I don't have such a great smile…Oh, Oh, I love him and this does great, because I don't smile often…Sometimes I don't smile at all. I'm glad he likes me when I cry, because I cry many times a day….SEE YA ALL!