Mutilate

•The End, 24•

       
       She had always pictured a bright light after death. Or something inviting. She witnessed every event of her life in detail under two minutes. They say life flashes before your eyes when you die or come close to it. Most say that life is too short, not for Raven. For her it was too long, too nerve racking. A waste of energy. Kind of like her. She was a waste of energy. She was nerve racking. She lived for too long.

        
          "Clear." A Doctor informed his fellow nurses. Ravens chest was shocked, in the attempt to begin her heart rate again. Her stomach was pumped, slits were sewn. They tried as best as they could.

   

    Damian paced outside of the room, biting his nails. Bruce's knee bounced in anxiety. Neither them, the team or their family could take the current stress. It was all too much is such little time. God was Damian stupid for thinking that leaving his girlfriend alone for a week was a good idea. Bruce protested against it. But didn't push his son, for he knows what it feels like to have someone stubborn be in so much mental trouble.

    The young Wayne could only think about his girlfriend. He had walked in on her bloody body. Two whole bottles were taken, multiple cuts and slits covered her body. Her crimson red blood was the most prominent color. Now he hates the color red. Damian had managed to rid her body of most of the poisonous pills. But he struggled to keep the blood flow to a minimum. He knew he would never live this down. His mind wouldn't let him forget about what he'd done to her. Or at least, what he didn't do for her. The teen Wayne was abruptly pulled away from his depressing thoughts by a loud opening of a metal door.

   Bruce stood up. "I hate to say this," the nurse began, which made Damian loose the energy to continue pacing. He looked longingly at the health expert for an answer to his silent question. "She'll be in a coma. We can't guarantee she'll wake up." Damian stood in shock. He didn't bother to cry or show any sign of emotion. All he could do was sit down near a window and ask himself;

     What if she never wakes up?

      Two voices inside of his mind told him otherwise. A female and a male voice..they sound quite familiar too.