Mutilate

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A/n
        So..I'm proud of myself. I was able to turn my 'art' into actual art. The picture above is what God so graciously gifted me. Makeup. I've learned to turn my frustrations into makeup looks instead of destroying my body. And I'm grateful for the love shown to me.🖤 I'm not ready to show my full face yet, and the picture above was the only one I had that showed the least amount of my face. Just sayin.
                                   ~QuotingTheRavens
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      "I can't believe you made me go to a therapist. God I hate you sometimes." She mumbled as she entered her room, taking off her shirt to change. "Baby please don't say that. You know I did it for your own good.." He looked down with sadness evident in his eyes, "I just want you to smile again." Raven turned around to face him with an irritated expression, "Well maybe I don't want to smile again. If you really want me to be happy then you'll let me get the suicide over with." Damian's eyebrows furrowed angrily. He loved his Raven but her arrogant attitude and stubborn mindset was taking a toll on his patience. She found a white tank top to pull over her torso.

The couple remained in silence for a duration of the time it took Damian to calm himself down. "Look, I know you hate me but you have to let me help. I've heard the things you've whispered to yourself in the dark. And it tears me apart. I know you want to be free of this torment, but you have to cooperate with me so it can get better." She stared off into space while he spoke to her. Not even bothering to attempt to bring her mind back into focus. She allowed her body to give out from under her, the bed fortunately breaking her fall.

      A week had past. She went to the therapy sessions everyday. That was about the whole time she would be out of her room each day. One hour of a mental doctor, the rest of the twenty-three hours was spent locked away in her room. "Rachel, open the door." A deep voice demanded on the other side of the door. "No! Get away." She protested against letting anyone in. "See? I told you she wouldn't open the door." A muffled voice stated. Everything in the tower went quiet. Suddenly, the door was forced open. Despite her door being torn off the hinge, Raven still didn't move. "Rachel, get your ass moving." Bruce sat her up in bed only for her to plop back down. Her body rolled over to the other side, hoping to escape Bruce's arms. Then the Bat's arms came back to attack her. Around her waist they went and pulled her off the bed. Her sheets following her and quickly falling to the ground. Bruce grunted in frustration, allowing his son to take his 'daughter' into his own arms. Damian cringed at the feeling of her protruding bones, "Damn it.. When was the last time you ate Rachel?" She shrugged her bony shoulders, "Sometime last week maybe?" She guessed. She pushed Damian away with force none of them knew she still had in her. That's when Bruce gave her arms a death stare. Practically reading his mind she put the two limbs behind her back. "God, you're not only a threat to this world, you're also a threat to your own body!" Damian let his aggression out. His fathers face looked as if he agreed with his son's words, which he actually did. The son of the Bat marched out of her room angrily, his dad following him out. But not before he looked back at Raven, shaking his head and facially showing her his disapproval.