(Murasaki's POV)
It was getting late after I and the others had been training in the dojo. We had been sparring each other. I had to begin sparring with Donnie. I keep having a feeling that Donnie goes too easy on me. Either that, or I have definitely chosen the right weapon for me. After I was sparring with Donnie, I sparred with Raph. I had to admit, Raph is a really good fighter. Even though he has anger issues, he knows how keep his anger intact. After that, it was time for Leo and Mikey to be sparring each other. Mikey might be quicker than Leo, but Leo knows how to turn his speed against him. Then it was time for Leo and Raph to be sparring. Their sparring-round seemed more like an argument about who could be a better leader. When the argument were almost getting out of hand, Splinter had to stop them.
Anyway, I was now heading to my room, but when I walked past Raph's door, I heard crying. Was Raph really crying? I walked to his door and knocked.
"Raph? Are you alright?" No answer came from him, just crying could be heard. I opened the door a little and peeked in. The room was completely dark, but because of the light that shined into the room through the door, I could see that he was sitting in his bed. Raph's neon-green eyes looked at me and closed a few seconds later.
"Just go," Raph said, having the back of his shell towards me. I went inside the room anyway, turned on the lights and closed the door behind me.
"I want to help you, Raph. If you let me help you, I promise that I won't tell the others," I told him as sat down in the bed next to him and began stroking his carapace. Raph sighed before he answered.
"Fine," he simply said and gave me a photo. The picture showed younger versions of the turtles. All of them seemed very happy as they played with each other. Where was Raph going with this?
"I don't understand. Is there something wrong with the photo?" I asked.
"It's nothing wrong with the photo. It's what happened after the photo was taken," Raph started. "You already know about my anger issues, right?"
"I do know about you anger issues," I answered him.
"A few hours after the photo was taken, I... I ran far away from the lair," Raph told me. His voice felt so heart-broken. "I did it because... I had misunderstood my brothers. They said a lot of stuff about me and... I didn't accept it, even though that everything they said was true. I allowed the anger to take over and I ran away. I was gone for so long."
"How long?" I wondered.
"Almost two years," he sadly answered. "I don't remember how I actually managed to survive for so long. But when I was found by my brothers, all three of them wore red masks, instead of their own colors. Ever since I came back to the lair, I never ran away again, but it were moments I became so angry that I thought about running away." By the moment Raph was done explaining, he hugged me and held me tightly in his strong arms. His crying kept on going, and it seemed like he couldn't stop it. I hugged him back, and hoped that it would calm him down.
"It's going to be alright, Raph. Trust me," I whispered to him. "Don't let the depression take over. Take a deep breath and slowly let it out." I told him. He did as I told him and after a few minutes, maybe half an hour, his crying was finally over. His body felt limp and his breathing was slow. I layed him down in his bed and covered him with his red blanket. I have never seen Raph so calm before. All that time I have known him for being short-tempered and impulsive. That's who he was on the outside, but on the inside he was so sensitive, he actually had emotions hidden deep inside him.