¿There really isn't... a reason?

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"I just called the police. They'll be here to get her." Robin announced to us quietly, not loud enough for Beastboy or Brooke to hear.

Beastboy still held Brooke in his arms.

His right hand was cradling her head while his left arm was wrapped around her back, holding her tightly.

I could still hear her broken cries though they were slightly muffled by his shoulder.

Poor girl.

She's lost.

She's broken.

"I think we should wait outside." Starfire whispered to the other two while ushering them away.

I was grateful, mainly for Brooke's sake.

I wouldn't want a whole bunch of people to watch me while I cried.

I just stood there, silently, watching my boyfriend work miracles in only ways he could.

"I—I'm s-sorry." She choked out, trying her hardest to talk to him through her cries.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." He whispered, hugging her tighter.

"Now, if you would have broken my crutches then we might have had a few issues." He chuckled and a small laugh escaped her mouth, followed by a sniffle as she tried to control her tears.

I could sense more calmness coming from her, but she didn't leave the embrace as her crying went to a steady halt.

I didn't blame her, I could lay in one of his hugs for hours.  

I slowly walked over to them, and he smiled at me.

After a few seconds of me standing there, she slowly left the embrace, wiping her cheeks.

He still held her at an arms length.

"Are you better now?" He asked her quietly. She answered with a nod, pulling her hair of her face.

Her cheeks were red, and her eyes were puffy and bloodshot.

She looked all over the floor, the broken plates and bowls and she sighed, rubbing her head in frustration, realizing what she had done in her panic attack.

"Don't worry about this. We'll clean it up okay?" He told her, seeing her starting to become distressed because of the mess.

She sighed again, trying to relax.

She looked at me, then back at him. I could tell she felt a little bit more comfortable around him, which I understand.

"I don't know what I'm going to do." She said. I could hear the loss of words in her voice.

"It's going to be okay. Everything is. You shouldn't have to deal with this, but a lot of things happen that shouldn't. I didn't have a happy life growing up, but, now I'm here. And I'm happy. More than happy. You'll get there too. Things just take time." He told her sincerely.

She took in every word he said and nodded, saying she understood.

"Sorry for being such a jerk." She said again, looking at both of us.

I still remained silent, I knew it would be best if I did. I'm not the comforting type.

Beastboy, on the other hand, really was.

"Like I said before. You have nothing to be sorry for." He told her, finally letting go of her arms.

He looked at me, then motioned for his crutches he leaned against the wall.

I handed them to him, then he put them under his arms.

"I'll clean the kitchen if you want to take her downstairs." I told him.

"Okay." He said, kind of in a confused way.

Oh yeah... he didn't hear about the whole police thing.

I went up to him, and whispered in his ear.

"The police are going to take her to the station." I whispered.

He looked at me and nodded, leading Brooke out the door.

I then turned around, and looked at all the glass on the floor, and it made my head pound even more.

"Azarath Metrion Zinthos." I whispered to myself as I picked up the glass with my powers and put it all in the trash can.

I felt happy, but then my sweet little victory soon ended with my knees feeling like jelly.

My head started to pound as I felt like my eye balls were going to pop out.

I used my powers.

I shouldn't have used my powers.

I hate myself.

I hate myself.

I hate myself.

I need a break from using them, but I did it anyway.

I shouldn't have.

I should have grabbed A broom.

I tried to scream for help, but everything turned dark.

The last thing I remember was feeling my face smack down on the cold tile floor.