¿There really isn't... a reason?

¿13?

I was back in this... dungeon type place.

The smells filled my nose and gave me a huge headache.

I looked around trying to stand up, but the area between my legs ached, throbbed, reminding me of the many event just hours before.

I heard the slightest noise and I turned my head.

Slade...

He was right next to me and I don't know how I didn't notice.

"My dear, I've missed you." He said, crawling over me.

He kissed my neck, then grabbed it, and began choking me.

I tried to punch his chest, gasp for breath, but, I failed.

At the last second, when my eyes started to close he let go, and I coughed, my lungs being revived.

He peeled off his shirt, and I started to cry.

"Don't cry, Raven. It will be fine."

I shot up gasping for air.

My chest was tighter than ever.

Sweat covered my forehead and palms.

"Hey hey." I heard a familiar voice say.

A hand touched my shoulder but I yanked away forcefully.

"Calm down, its me." Beastboy sat on the bed so I could see him.

My breathing was still irregular.

I closed my eyes, trying to focus on it, but all I could focus on was Slade.

I felt it. It was too real.

I felt the pain, I felt him.

I opened my eyes, but I still struggled to breathe. It felt like someone was choking me.

"Raven it's okay." He said, grabbing my hand.

My hands shook violently, really along with my whole body.

I tried to say something to him, anything, but I couldn't.

"Breathe." He said softly, scooting closer to me.

I wasn't really thinking, and in a moment of weakness, when he was close to me I hugged him.

He was taken aback at first, but he eventually hugged me back.

"It's okay... Breathe." He whispered to me.

I tried to, but my mind couldn't toss away the events that took place in my dream.

I tried to breathe slowly, but I struggled.

I put my ear to his chest, listening to his heart.

The beat was calming. It reminded me that I wasn't in the dream, that I was safe, that Slade couldn't touch me.

My breathing started to slow down, and the tightness in my chest began to disappear.

I just sat for awhile with my head rested against his chest.

"Are you okay?" He whispered to me. I nodded my head.

"Was it about him?" He whispered again, knowing I had a bad dream. I shut my eyes tightly, trying to push the memories away.

I nodded again very slowly.

He hugged me tighter, which made me feel more safe.

I eventually broke the embrace, I hid my face with my cloak because I knew it was beet red.