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AuthorNote; Hihi, first FanFic whattt? So I wrote a thing, and copious ammounts of feed back would be appreciated ^.^ I'm not really happy with the format so I will probably change it... a lot.
Also this got a little darker than I originally intended it to but I just went with it (turns out my brain is really weird...) so this is my trigger warning. Sorreh :(
(I think (like 8/10) this chapter is going to be the darkest one)

So yea, don't forget to review and comment and that, and give 'er a go lovlies :*

The alarm blared as it dragged him into the conscious world from a beautiful blackness. He groaned and mistakenly rolled over to face the white light shining through the window. He blindly groped for the source of the obnoxious disturbance, sending piles of clothing and papers scattering across the floor. After taking a moment to orient himself and adjust to the unwelcome light and noise, he looked around to asses the damage done. Scowling, he collected the torn written on pages and haphazardly pushed them back into their battered notebook. He then clawed his way out of a tangle of sheets and rose to shuffle to the washroom. A few Minutes of grimacing at himself in the mirror rewarded the decision to skip his morning hygiene routine, and trade it for generous amounts of deodorant and body spray. The day was already doing him no favours. Can't be much worse than the last week, he thought, but then again he had been proven wrong many times before. He frowned at himself, absent-mindedly scratching his marred forearms. Thank God for long sleeves, he winced and stalked away from himself, dreading the day ahead.

"Hey, BB!" Cyborg cheered, with a grin stretching his whole face, "It's waffle day, baby!"
"Hey, no thanks man." he smiled weakly, and poured himself the smallest possible bowl of bland cereal.
Cyborg deflated, "but you love waffle day!"
"Not today, dude." he said curtly as he spun and walked out the room, three sets of eyes from the kitchen following him puzzled.
"But you love waffle day..." Cyborg quietly repeated at the figure out of earshot retreating down the hall. " But he loves waffle day!" He turned and shrieked at the two seated at the table.
"That's the third time this week he's skipped breakfast.." Robin said
"I worry for our friend..." the girl next to him quietly trailed off, looking deeply into her coffee.
"We all do, Star" he said wrapping his arm tightly around his upset companion "We all do."

He solemnly returned to his room, unsure of what to do with the undesired, now soggy, cereal he had created. He placed it in a large pile of unfinished food and dirty dishes, disturbing the buzzing flys without much consideration. He sat on his bed and retrieved the messy stack of papers he had earlier rejected. He began to slowly sift through the mass of journal pages, letters and personal stories in search of a blank sheet. The words flowed straight from his heart like water, a darkness he did not wish any foreign eyes to touch. He could feel a pain biting at his heart slowly ebbing as he wrote, but the demons would forever be nipping at his heels.
He froze mid-word at a shuffling outside the door. He did not dare breathe, go away, he willed silently; however a soft, rhythmic knocking replied instead. He frowned and shoved the papers under his sheets. "Look, Star, I know you're only trying to help but I-" he cut off the sentence as he opened the door.

Raven stood silently, listening to the muffled pen scratching on the other side of the door. She took a deep breath, and brought her hand from beneath her cloak. The noise stopped. Another breath and she knocked. Papers crunched, then silence.
"Look, Star, I know you're only trying to help but I-" he froze as the door opened "You're not Starfire..." he puzzled.
Raven took in his appearance. He appeared to be withering. His skin had dulled, his body gaunt with raw hands. In short he was quite a mess, definitely not the bright beacon of happiness she had known him as not long ago. A witty comeback rested on her toung, but this was not the time for mockery. "No, I am not." she calmly replied "Can we talk?" He raised an eyebrow and stepped past the rooms threshold, the automatic door hissing closed behind him. Raven almost winced at the darkness surrounding him. "I am concerned about you BeastBoy. Are you..." she paused, choosing her words very carefully "Are you okay?"
Okay? It had been awhile since he would have used that word to describe himself. "I'm fine, so if you got the shortest straw or whatever you can go back downstairs."
"I am here by my choosing, I assure you, and remember you cannot fool me." she said calmly. His face hardened, but he did not reply. "BeastBoy, someone I love dearly once told me 'You think you're alone, but you're not'." she paused, reading his face for reaction. His face softened slightly for a second, and her heart jumped.
He pulled his lips into a tight line and closed his eyes. "And someone once told me to 'Go away'." he spat.
Her heart dropped, and as he whirled back into his room. She stood rooted to the floor with wide eyes, and an unfinished thought dancing across her tounge as the door hissed shut once again. She sighed and hung her head. "I'm here for you, Garfield" she finally stuttered into the door. Then eyes full of tears she turned, and glided down the hall.

Hopefully she hadn't heard him slide to the ground heavily on the other side of the door. hopefully she hadn't heard him gasping in a desperate attempt to get air into his lungs. Hopefully she hadn't heard him choking back angry sobs so large they hurt his throat. Hopefully she hadn't heard him humming to chew back screams until his lips bled, and hopefully she hadn't heard his head hit the floor hard when he lost consciousness.

AuthorNote; Even I'm not sure exactly where this is going, but bear with me

xxoo Melissy Mae