After I woke up like that I knew there was no chance of me falling back asleep. I changed out of my sweat drenched pajama's into some work out clothes. I made my way into the gym, over to the punching bag.

One punch. Two punches. The only sound in the empty room was me taking out my anger and frustration on the sand bag. After I got into a rhythm it was easy to lose myself in my thoughts.

Sleep was supposed to be the one escape I had from this life. Now wherever I went, it was a nightmare. My own head was against me in this war. Other people wakeup from nightmares and go on with their lives, but I'm living my nightmares. I could lose my friends, my family.

Two punches turned into twenty and pretty soon by punch 125 the seam on the punching bag gave out allowing sand to spill. I groaned and picked up the mess, getting a new bag in the process.

1 bag broken. 2 bags broken. 5 bags broken. I thought these were made special for Superboy. I took little notice of someone entering the gym. My focus was on the bag in front of me.

"(Y/n)?"

"Robin." I grunted sending another punch at the bag.

"How long have you been at this?" He questioned.

"Don't know, but I've been through at least five bags if that counts for anything." I panted, finally stopping to get a drink.

"Go and shower. The Justice League induction ceremony is soon."

I nodded. Robin looked down at my hands and gasped. Blood had seeped through my wrappings.

"I'm fine." I mumbled walking out of the gym.

Once I was in my bathroom I stripped off my sweat drenched clothes and stepped into the shower. I looked at the floor as my blood stained the tile. Black eyed me suddenly appeared and I yelped.

"What are you doing in here?" I hissed.

"Nothing."

"Well then get out!"

There was someone in my head that wasn't entirely me, someone that told me what to do, and what to say. My own mind was driving me crazy. I was stressed out and scared. I could look over my shoulder and see my mind, the darkest parts of me. The darkest parts of me were smirking. I was killing myself mentally, and part of me was enjoying the pain.

I wanted to know you could run away from something in your head, how you could escape yourself. I was scared of myself, I knew I was leaning towards the wrong way, I was falling. And this time, there wasn't going to be anyone there to catch me.

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I am sorry about how short it is! See you next time! Byyee!

~Lydia💫