Can't Go Home

Creepy

Raven pulled up her hood and sat down huffily on the floor, Gar followed her but he sat on his bed. He studied her for a while, letting her gain her composure and settle down her shivering.

"Raven, you don't have to sit on the floor. You can sit on the bed with me, it isn't like you're not allowed." He smiled politely but she didn't even turn back, shaking her head.

"Do you just want to be down there?"
"Mhm..." Raven sort of grumbled out the reply, half not sure if she should. Before she really knew what was going on, the creaking of bed springs and rustling of covers was all she heard. Garfield came to sit in front of her and for whatever reason, Raven was terrified.

"Something is wrong." He stated it, no longer asking which meant that it was no longer hers to deny. Somewhere, she knew he was speaking of her but she felt as if perhaps if she pretended it was about him, then it wouldn't be her. Uncovering her hood, she stared him down with sharpness in the fractals that made up her plum-tinted eyes that betrayed an anxiety in her. Mustering her courage up, she breathed in deeply and looked up at him. 

"What's wrong?" She asked him with a slight twitch in her left brow and a scowl on her upper lip. 

"You're upset and you won't tell me." Gar watched her face wrinkle in disgust, taking a blow to the stomach as she crossed her arms over each other and under her chest. She refused then to look at him and he watched, helpless to understand. He felt himself tense up, clenching his hands to the carpet. Looking her over, he realized, he never took much of a note to any of her features before. Probably because Raven was such an efficient person, she tended to do what she needed to and hide within her hair or her hood often looking down and not talking much. Sometimes, he thought she was just shy but she didn't have the mannerisms to be shy and often told people off if they bugged her. You could say he was a little bit afraid at times, apprehensive about getting on her bad side or even creeped out by how she was always alone. Why was she always alone? 

He tensed up enough until he got up and proceeded to start leaving, enraged by how she just wouldn't let him help her. Weren't they all supposed to be friends, or at the very least partners? 

"Raven," he said, hand on the knob of the door, "Why don't you want anyone to be around you?" 

Her heart sunk into the pits on her stomach like a steel ball into the ocean.

"You know, it's not like anyone wants to be around me either! You don't get it though, because everyone loves you, everyone's so happy to be around you." She hissed the words out, reciting it like a mantra as her hair started to flare behind her, flying, blown by a phantom wind. 

"Raven..? Rae?" Garfield stammered out, clutching onto the doorknob as objects in the room started to shake enveloped in black energy. 

"What?" She put her hands to her head to try and stop the emotions from overpowering her control, breathing to keep herself leveled as Garfield watched on in horror not knowing what to do or how to help. 

"You're scaring me," he said trembling at the shaking objects and Raven's eyes widened, the objects fell, no longer controlled by her and she shrowded herself in her hood like a safety net.