¿There really isn't... a reason?

¿2?

I haven't really left my room for the past few days.

To be honest I can't find the energy within me to get up and do anything.

It's always silent in my room and I can't tell if I like it or not. I could hear the lightest things. Someone walking past my door, someone walking in the floor above me, slight discussions taking place in the hallway.

I heard someone now walking near my door, and when I heard someone knocking on my door, an annoyance filled within me.

I got up, basically dragging my feet. I grabbed my cloak and covered myself.

I opened the door to see Cyborg, holding a steaming mug in front of him.

"Hey Raven! How are you?" He asked politely.

"Fine." I said quickly hoping to get this little chat over as soon as possible.

"That's good. Really good..." he said weirdly, and I sighed in annoyance.

"Well I uh.. brought you some tea. All of us boys tried to make it, so we hope it's good." He said, handing the mug my way. I took it somewhat fast, and smiled slightly.

"Thanks." I made eye contact with him, trying to show I meant what I said.

"No problem. Hey we were all gonna watch a movie tonight, do you want to come?" He asked.

I tensed up, and felt nervous.

"No. Maybe another time. Okay?" I tried to say as nice as I could.

"Yeah yeah that's cool. Whenever you are ready." He said.

He looked at me and I could tell something was on his mind.

"Raven, while you were g—" I cut him off.

"I don't want to talk about it. Please." I said defensively.

"Okay. You don't have to. I just wanted to let you know that all of us care about you." He said.

"Yeah. I care about you guys too." I said as best as I could. He smiled at me and walked away.

I shut my door, walking over to my bed. I put the cup on my nightstand. Letting my thoughts take over.

I hated thinking anymore.

Really really hated it.

All I thought about was him.

What he did to me.

My eyes swelled and my breathing was getting heavier.

I can still feel his hand on my throat holding me down.

I can still smell his breath.

I can still see his body.

I grasped the covers and pulled them over my head, hoping the world would swallow me up.

I don't have the courage to tell my friends how much I missed them, how much I wanted them every day I was gone...

But I can't.