This is a journal entry Raven is writing just after her party (from Birthmark). If you haven't seen that episode… I pity you. It was awesome. Anyways, the trombone thing is a burn on my friend, so if you don't get it no problem. And I don't own the poem thing. I don't know who does, I saw it on in someone's profile. It looked good, so I wrote it down.

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February 6, 2005

1:15 AM

The day is finally over, though a bit later than I'd like. Since the party I've been alone, alone with the horrors of what had happened.

A touch of insanity…

That vision I'd had… I'll never forget it. Not only because of the horrors in it, but because, well, it seemed so real. I could feel the heat from the lava which had surrounded the tower. I could smell the sulfur in the air.

But… it couldn't be real, could it? I mean, if it was, Slade would've had to have taken me through time. Could he have done that? I must be going insane. True, my father may wield that kind of power, but he surely couldn't have done that through the barrier between the dimensions. So I am going insane…

But my hair… If time didn't pass, how'd it grow?

A splash of cruelty…

My father's not letting me get to sleep. Every couple minutes my skin burns and those damn marks come back. The worst part is it burns my clothes. That's three sets in one day. I'm wearing one of the ruined ones know, so no other ones get messed up.

Aside from the lack of sleep, it's not too bad, not even the burning.

A fleeting dream in the night…

That party we had… it let me feel normal for a while, like I was just a regular girl with no demon inside me… like I wasn't going to destroy the world. It was funny. Despite how many times I've shot him down, Beast Boy was still hitting on me. Poor guy can't take a hint. And his damn trombone playing is getting on my nerves, too.

But now the dream has passed, and I'm stuck alone in a nightmare.

A raven's wings upon flight…

Am I really alone though? I doubt it. Slade and Trigon are watching me. And my friends are still here.

When Robin and I were escaping, when I was flying us out of there, I knew he would always be there if I needed him. I'm not alone, not so long as he is here.

A silenced scream, voiced in pain…

He didn't know the truth, though. He hadn't seen the vision.

That stone figure of him is burned into my mind, the visage frozen in an unending scream of pain and fear. And the others were the same way.

A sapphire tear and crimson stain…

I'm crying now. The demon isn't breaking loose, though. It knows its time is close.

Robin, despite the fact that he couldn't possibly win, had tried to stop Slade so I could run. He had been hurt, and his blood stained my cloak. I don't think I'll wash it… it'll make a good reminder for me that I have people who care… and I'll need that soon.

Cruelty, Insanity, Sin, Death…

It's all coming to an end… Hopefully I can find a way to stop the prophecy. I must not let my friends die, at any cost.

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