Mutilate

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She sat on the rim of the bathtub. Looking down at the water that was filling up the porcelain bath she wondered what it would be like if that water was red. It was a sad thought really, how she could speed up the process of death with gashes and drowning. Her boyfriend had taken the blades and pins away. But that didn't stop her from using an actual knife. If anything she was happy about her lack of blades and pins. She was now able to use something more affective. Unfortunately Raven wasn't ready for the knife just yet, so she stuck to the drowning part. Attempting suicide this way would be slow and painful, just what she deserves.

"Baby, where'd you go?" Damian's voice echoed throughout the empty tower. It felt empty from the shortage of annoying people, his best friend and leader. But the eerie feel was filling up that space. He felt as if something was deathly wrong, that was associated to Raven. It's not usual for him to wake up in the middle of the night and hear the bathtub running. He stopped in his tracks after putting some pieces together. "Oh shit.." his breath was lost.

Raven heard a muffled voice after the door was opened. The water filling up her lungs and limiting her oxygen. Forcefully and sudden her naked body was pulled out from under the water. The mages body somehow managed to cough up the bath water. She opened her stinging eyes to see Damian, holding her above the water, out of breath and with a horrified expression plastered on his face. "The hell are you thinking?! You can't keep doing this!" Rage was built up in his body. Thankfully, Raven could feel that most of his anger was blaming himself for not supervising her and keeping her safe from her own mind and body. The scared teens eyes trailed down to the knife placed beside the tub. "Please don't tell me you-" he squeezed her shoulders, his head falling to hide the lack of strength he had. "Do you just not care about how this makes me feel?" Raven looked shocked by his question. "I do care I just- I can't keep living anymore." Her voice grew quiet near the end. The assassin picked up the knife and threw it into the hall. "I'm going to put the knife back. Can I trust you to dry off and get dressed without trying to kill yourself again?" Raven solemnly nodded while reaching up to squeeze the water from her hair.

Damian hid the knifes. For his girlfriends own good. Did he still have her blades and pins? Yes. He wasn't going to break the promise he made no matter how much he wanted to. He felt as if that would increase her will to die....She had tried again. He wanted to get her therapy so bad but his brothers words are true. 'She won't go to any therapy and even if she did she wouldn't listen.' He thought back on Dick's words. Telling Kori would cause chaos, she'd force raven to get professional help. But that would hurt Raven more.
He was broken out of his thoughts by a sneeze. One he recognized the most, "Why?" Was all he could choke out. Raven stood there with her head down and shrugged. "You do know why." He stood in front of her. Tilting her head up he could see the visible bags under bloodshot and shiny eyes. "I'm sorry." She loudly sobbed into his shoulder. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Those two words came from her mouth like a prayer.
The worried son of Batman inhaled her lavender scented shampoo. He then whispered to her, "I know...I know."