Hey guys. So anyway, this is going to be an OC story, but no romance between her and Mikey, only friendship, I've done my best to limit the OC's in the story, so their might be two other characters in here, but with no major part to the story itself. There's also going to be, bits of small pieces of neglected and depression also for those who are reading.

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Weak…

Stupid …

Childless…

Some ninja …

Grow up …

Screw up …

Mikey stares blankly as the rain continues to fall and allows the words to enter his mind, in a funny way the words are true he was all those things. Wasn't he? After all if his brothers told him, then it must be true, but why was a part of him nagging in the back of his mind telling him – they were wrong.

His eyes slowly blinked at the sound of his ring tone and it takes his mind a while to realize, what was going on. He slowly shakes his head, only now as he finds it in him not to pick it up and his eyes drifted over the city. Wait he was on the roof top? He sighs once he remembers and only now he sees how long he was out here for.

Using the fire escape on the side of the building, he climbs down to the ground and into an alley way, his eyes narrowed at the sight of spray paint on the wall. In a way he was impressed, it was a very detail picture of a teenage girl, shoulder length black hair coving her face as she hugs her knees a set of red head phones around her neck, black hoddie and dark blue jeans. He wonders who the person was that had done it and he had the eager to meet them.

"Hey."

His trace of thoughts froze, at the sound of a cold female voice. Was he spotted? He frowns at the dumb question and half of his mind teased his from knowing better.

"What you deaf?"

His eyes drifted to the side and all he saw was soaked hair, he gives in and turns around and wonders if it was the person on the wall.

"Your soaked," he said, noticing the dripping clothes.

"Well you're a turtle. What's the deal?"

"Huh?" he asked, fighting the eager to go back to the lair - just to get her a blanket.

"You are a turtle, aren't you or are you a lizard?"

"No, I'm a turtle, part turtle. Mutant turtle, plus a teenage," he said, missing on purpose about being ninja.

It's when Michelangelo notice the duffle bag and the black spay can in her hands, his eyes quickly retraced to the wall and back to the girl.

"Did you do that?" he asked and she nods.

"Yeah, I was going to finished it today, but it started to rain."

"Oh."

He can't help and notice the lack of engine she had in her and the tired eyes.

"You know, most people freak out when they see me."

"Why? Because you're a mutant turtle, if anything I think that's pretty cool," she said and Mikey smiles at the gesture.

"You really think so?" she nods.

"I think it pretty cool. I will admit, I'm a little freaked out, but honestly I've had a lot of things going on today and a mutant turtle. Actually cheered me up."

Mikey's eyes beamed up with joy, he hadn't made anyone smile or feel some kind of happiness in a while. His brothers had been fighting a lot and whenever he tried to step in, it only back fired on him so in a strange way, happiness was return to him.

Both set if eyes are glare at the sound of the ring tone.

Must be getting worried?

Then again, it didn't surprised him he had been out for five hours, but the phone calls had only just started to come in.

"Are you going to answer that?" she asked and he shrugs.

"I know I should and I feel bad for making them worry about me. But I just want some alone time. You know?"

"I get it, I know the feeling. Whenever something just too much, you just need your space to let your brain pick up the pieces."

Michelangelo nods, usually he was good doing that without leaving the lair and without disobeying any of his father's rules, but his room, his comics, his video games and everything else he uses to get away from reality – just didn't work.

"I should probably go, if I get sick I'm so dead."

"Yeah same," Mikey said.

"It was nice talking to you," she said.

"We should do it again, you know talk and stuff. It be pretty cool."

"Yeah, want to meet again this time next week, Monday night?"

"Sure."

"That's great," she gives him a small sad smile.

"But I never got your name."

"Farah Rose and I guess it nice to meet you," she said, holding out her hand.

"Michelangelo, but you can call me Mikey for short."

The two shakes hands and smiled again, both being able to tell it wasn't a fake smile. She waves her hand carrying her bag over her shoulder as she walks away, Mikey eyes turn back down again – hearing another phone call.

He removes the metal lid to the man hole and walks into the sewers as he reaches the lair, he smiled, but it was soon short lived after hearing his brothers argue again.

"It aren't my fault if he's a cry baby," Raph voiced was heard as it echoes through the air.

"No, but you don't help him. I mean think about it, he might've been gone for hours and nobody notice."

So they only did notice. Mikey thought as Leo's voice only convinced him.

He smiles as his three older brothers come to a view, but it soon disappeared as it was meant with a frown.

"Where have you been?" Leo asked, arms crossed firmly.

"I went out."

"You went topside, you know Splinter rule just as well as we do."

"I know Leo, but I needed to go out and clear my mind."

"You needed to clear your mind for over five hours," Leo said, with a hint of concern showed in his eyes.

"Yeah dude," he fakes a yawn and starts to walk away, not really wanting to deal with this anymore. "You know what bro, I'm beat. Is it fine if we get take away tonight? Not really in the mood of cooking anything."

"Are you sure, you don't want to talk about it?" Donnie asked.

"Dude, I'm cool, see ya at dinner."

Michelangelo waves off, but his eyes were soon filled with disappointment as he heard his brothers started to fight again. Keeping his anger at bay, trying his best not to create anymore tension in the air, he grabs his sketchbook.

Trying to draw New York city outlines, but as he draws his penicil started to press down hard on the paper. His hand roughly holding onto it and soon the penicil goes out of control, shading over the paper and creating a beast in the different types of shades – he needs to let his emotions out.

He knows it, but he can't, he's the only person that keeps the family together, he's the light to his brother's darkness. He's the flame that keeps on burning through the night time sky, but he can feel that flame slowly going out and even light holds darkness.

Crack …

The penicil snaps and his eyes narrowed with furry, he hears his brothers fighting from the other side of the door and he can't take it, not anymore. He throws the penicil down towards the ground and the sketchbook, he blocks his ears and his brother's voices get louder.

Drip …

A signal tear drops to the ground and he screams, he unleash a horrible and angary scream – the flame had died out.

Useless…

The word repeated in his mind and he stands up – not knowing at the time, he didn't see the door open with three worried faces as he trashes his room. He didn't hear Donatello mumbling about words that just didn't make sense as he smashes his alarm clock. He didn't hear Leonardo trying to comfort him or feel Raphael arms around him, in an attempted to stop him from destroying his own bed.

He didn't hear his own screams as he was forced onto the ground – he was in his own mind, as his mind was trying to slowly pick up the pieces about what had happened.

Useless…

The word kept repeating in his mind and again he didn't hear the door open and his father steps in. He never felt the small jab to a pressure point, as he is force to sleep, but he did feel the signal tear dropping down to the ground and hitting the floor.

However before darkness took over him, he had one thing he needed to say.

"Why?"

Silence and despair soon follows.

So I've hoped you enjoy the first chapter so far and would love to hear your thoughts on the matter, I look forward into seeing your reviews. You guys are always awesome.

Cheers.