Chapter 1
I feel like I was born to break, and I have always felt a malfunction coming from deep within my soul. Everything I would try and do for my brothers and father went up in flames. Sometimes figuratively, other times, literally. Once when I was seven, I almost killed myself with a giant robot I was working on. I was building it because my brothers and father were always busy.
Leo was always watching a show or playing with Mikey, Mikey was always playing or being a nuisance, and Raph was always with father, meditating, trying to get his anger under control. Nobody would see me so I wanted a friend, a friend who I could play with and, train with. But it all went wrong. I was highly intelligent for my age, as I am now, and I should've seen that malfunction a mile away. But, I was talking to myself bitterly about how I am unseen to my family. As I put the last finishing touches on my robot, it came to life. When it did, it grabbed my throat and threw me like a rag doll into the wall, making me lose a tooth and blackout.
When I awoke, I was in the dojo and the first thing that I heard was so blunt, I wanted to hide in my shell.
"Were you trying to kill yourself Donnie? If you were, then you would've succeeded in doing so if Mikey hadn't heard your screams." Raph said without emotion
"Why did you have to say that Raph!" I heard Leo whisper to Raph, "He's gone through enough today."
Leo, please stop standing up for me. Those words are true, but, Raph doesn't know why I made the robot. He doesn't even know who I am or why I am here. He only knows that I am a stupid kid who built a robot. He probably thinks I am trying to either get attention or kill myself, not that I wanted a friend, or that I wanted to be seen.
I can feel surprised stares as I get up and walk out of the dojo. Although I was showing no pain, my heart was shattering. My thoughts were probably true, my own brother barely even knew me.
I walked into my room, tumbling onto my bed. My legs felt like ground beef in my head, like a bongo. I thought about my life. Why was it terrible? Was this a curse? If this was a curse, why me? I slowly got up and went to my closet, looking for something to cheer me up. I saw a bunch of old experiments, a couple old alarm clocks, a keyboard guitar, a pair of headphones, and a bunch of other junk I had forgotten about. I played on the keyboard guitar for the rest of the night, wearing a pair of headphones. I really don't miss the 7-year-old me.
