"White Anniversary"
Disclaimer- I do not own TMNT. All I own is Carly and this drastic take on how Leo overcame his leadership depression.
How This Story Came Round-About- 1st period science is like my social period. Two boys in front of me and my best friend next to me. In the very back of the room. Yeah, we're all talkative. My friends LOVE my stories and I hadn't written any more since they last read, so Kendall pressured me to write a short story in her notebook. I started writing, and as all writers know, the story really does have a mind of its own. What was supposedly going to be a fluffy, cute romantic one-shot of star-crossed lovers, turned into…This. So
I watched solemnly as the individual snowflakes fluttered from the gray sky, finally coming to rest like a patch on the white quilt of New York snow. I exhaled, releasing the breath I hadn't realized I had been holding. I picked up my chipped and bitten nail- thanks to - and drew a valentine heart on the condensated window.
"Carly honey, your mother and I are going to the store, do you want to come?" My father asked, stepping into the room. I shook my head, never tearing my eyes off the white city. He'll never be here to see it. My father stepped out of the room, dejected and having no idea what kind of mental torture his seventeen year old daughter was going through.
My mind flashed to images of red snow. blood staining the snow. The gleaming silver of the katana plunged into his side. His brothers were too late. Too blind to see his mental torture, now given a more formal name. Depression. didn't notice, I was the only one who he opened up to. I was his shoulder to cry on. Now he'll never know how Michelangelo had found a woman he married two months ago. How Donatello had opened his upgraded nanotechnology to the public five months ago. How poor Raphael, torn up over his suicide, moved out to Virginia nine months ago.
We haven't heard from him since.
I watched my clueless parents walk out of our apartments, hand-in-hand. Clueless to my own depression. Clueless to what I was planning for today.
As my parents disappeared from view, I slipped on my coat and gave a fleeting look at my blue room. My memorial of him. I walked briskly out the front door: I had a deadline to meet.
As I approached the site in Central Park, I stood and waited. The booming chime told me I had only seconds, or I would be faced with another 365 long torturing days.
I'm coming, sweetheart
I thought as I reached into the snow dusted bush to retrieve the weapon that held so many stories. My thoughts went to the other identical weapon that was vaulted on a pedestal in memory of him.
The final chime of the bell told me it was time.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
The katana plunged, ripping my skin, devastating my tissue.
I gasped as I felt my final moments dawning on me.
A small smile graced my lips as my body collapsed, spilling red liquid all over the fresh white snow.
I felt my soul divide from my body as I departed from Earth.
Today, at two pm exactly, I died at the same scene as my forever love.
On the one year anniversary of my dead lover, I killed myself on the same spot, at the same time, with the same weapon.
I, Carly, was now off to reunite with my love once again.
I'm coming Leonardo.