Bitch

"I had it under control!"

"No, you didn't. Someone could have gotten hurt."

"Tch! Yeah, because you got in my way! W-What the hell, Raven!"

"I intervened. I did what I had to do. Deal with it."

"That's bull! You just did it to look better than me!"

"Whatever."

I walk off, Terra in hot pursuit as Beast Boy tries to calm her down.

"And there's that attitude again! You think you're so much better than everyone else!"

My temples throb. She's really getting on my nerves.

"And your need to show off in order to gain acceptence and praise is going to get someone killed." I drone, albeit in a slightly more irate tone.

"And-" she continues, utterly oblivious to my warnings, "You're an uptight, self centered, cold hearted BITCH!"

She pauses.

I pause.

She blinks.

"Raven..."

I turn around around and walk away.

"Raven! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"

She did, of course, before realizing the reprocussions.

My first reaction was anger. She infuriated me for a number of reasons. She wouldn't listen to sound advice, she actively pursued an argument with me, she delibterately tried to wound my psyche. It should all be nothing more and irritants, but...to be honest...

I wanted to wrap my hands around her throat.

And squeeze. Squeeze until I hear a sickening snap.

I close the door behind me, not once letting my feelings surface. Visibly, anyway. Once securely locked away in my sanctuary, I clench my fists. I grit my teeth. I teeter on the edge of destruction, but I manage to center myself just before the objects in the room can really begin to pick up speed. I put everything back in it's proper place, draw my legs up, and...

I'm shaking.

This is nonsense. I'm above getting angry over petty name calling and immature rants.

Terra. She walked into our lives, out of the blue. Again. She forces her way in, and we're all supposed to accept her. She erects her bridges at blinding speed, and expects people to believe they're stable enough to cross. I, for one, am not going to set foot on those haphazard deathtraps.

Azar above, the girl is mad. She's moody, volital, and, paranoid. Beast Boy chalks all that up to passion, but he's not an empath. And of course, he's more than a little bias. I'm sure he would justify Terra levelling the city by blaming it on menstration, which reminds me of the time...no...let's not think about that. Until the day comes when I can carve out whatever portion of my brain that resides in...let's just not think about it.

I admit to myself I'm angry at Terra. Very angry. So angry, I...

I don't trust Terra. Not with her powers. Not long ago, we were at the pizza parlor, as cooking seems to be something we simply don't have the time, patience, energy, or desire for more often than not. Terra was in a better position to hear her, but from what I gather, a couple girls at a nearby table made a comment on Terra's chest, questioning her "maturity". While the others were distracted with their own conversations, a pair of dirt clods from a nearby potted plant found there way upside the heads of both girls. They were quick to blame the rowdy, noisy kids at the table closest to the potted plant.

I'll admit I haven't always had such a degree of control over my own powers, but anything like that I could blame on my lack of control and not childish hurt feelings. What Terra did was of her own free will, and done with a smirk.

The girl- and I consciously use the term for a juvenille female- doesn't have any comprehension of reprocussions. She doesn't know what her actions will do, and she most likely wouldn't care if she did. She does whatever she pleases, with no regard of what will happen because of it. It's...

It's...

I suddenly notice I'm only a few bare inches from the ground. I take a deep breath, focus, and levitate back to my former position.

It's...

Bold?

Terra. She walked into our lives, out of the blue. Again. When we first found her, she was a starved, scrawny little thing living out in a cave. Honestly, not much has changed, but I think nowadays it's because her metabolism might rival- if not surpass entirely- Beast Boy's. But back then...

Azar above, the girl is mad. But it's a mad world, isn't it? I guess she did what she needed to do to adapt. She blindly charged for and built her bridges, totally unaware of what beasts could be waiting for her on the other side. For all she knew, they could have been creatures out of nightmares that ate little girls like her. She so hastily built her bridges, but she was scared of what would come across, so she set fire to the bridge and ran away as fast and hard as she could. And yet, something possessed her to return to this wreckage and try again.

It's bold. It's foolish, insane, but bold. She charged in head first, arms spread wide as she jumps out and hopes someone will catch her this time. She's going to get hurt if she keeps doing that. And maybe she has been hurt. Maybe beneath the image of that bold girl that tries so hard to earn acceptance and praise are scars left by angry creatures born from nightmares and ashes.

Scars...

She pretends they don't bother her, that they don't exist. She puts on an endearing smile and quickly goes about building a bridge to people she doesn't know. For what, Terra? What do you hope to gain from putting yourself in such a position?

"RAVEN?"

She pounds on my door.

"RAVEN, PLEASE! I'M SORRY"

Is...is she crying?

"I'M SO SORRY! DON'T BE MAD AT ME, PLEASE!"

She's...sobbing...

"RAVEN...PLEASE...DON'T..."

Ever so softly, I can hear Beast Boy comforting her and leading her away.

I'm so angry at Terra. I want to hurt her. I want to make her cry, and look her in the eyes, and smile. But truth be told...

I can't.

I want to hurt her. I want to make her cry, and look her in the eyes, and ask how can she be like she is. I want to scream at her. I want to know why she deserves to be so special. Why she gets to flaunt what she feels while I have to lock myself away, and-

I'm leaning against the door of my room. I don't know why.

I've come to terms with the world not being a fair and just place years ago. But still, for some reason...

Mother...why can't I be bold, like her? Why can't I be bold enough to open the door? Or at least, can't she be bold enough to open it for me?

I raise a hand to my cheek. Am I...crying?

I don't want to cry, but silently, a few tears escape my eyes and attempt to trail down my cheek before I quickly wipe them away.

Terra...are you making me cry?

Bitch...

author's notes: Just on a whim, I decided to be a little more enigmatic than usual. It's certainly a load off my shoulders not having to come up with commentary all the time. I do have a couple things to say, though. First, to a certain punk that bad mouthed me...funny. I never said I was trying to emulate Post in any way (which I'm NOT). Only a certain little bitch would know how this got started and be stupid enough to keep on pressing the buttons of someone that's been around a hell of a lot longer than him. You just don't learn, do you, Dum-Dum? Anyway, on a far more important note, be double damn sure to check my profile for updates, as well as to find the official forum for Macbeth Entertainment.

Yes, there will be much lesbianism.