Few things about this story!
1. This story will show what my true mind is made off
2. The summary is something i made up on the spot!
3. It is first person (My second attempt)
4. It is M
This may sound stupid but just in case, if you are squimish and don't like violence or disturbing content, read at you're own risk. Cheesy but i felt i had to say it!
Anyway enjoy!
I do not own TMNT
1
Made To Suffer
Ok…Ow. This kind of hurts, my head feels like someone is digging a drill in it and turning it. I clench my teeth to try and lessen the pain, but all it did was give me a dull pain in my gums. I take a breath and try to catch my bearing. Its dark, weird how I'm just noticing that but it is. I turn my head and groan as my neck muscles strain in discomfort. I lift my head up and stretch my neck, and then I noticed my vision just got a little lighter. Oh my god.
My eyes are closed. Nice one dummy.
When I opened my eyes, I saw only one light in the middle of the room, not giving off that much light. But it's enough to see. And what do I see? I dead guy hanging in front of me, hooks impaling his hands, jaw ripped out of its socket. His jaw is freaking gone! What the hell!
I feel the vomit rush up into my throat, and then I spew it all over the place. Where the hell am i! Actually, I don't care, I just want out! I try to move, but I notice my hands were above me and not moving. Looking up, I feel my heart drop when I saw my hands impaled through hooks. That when I finally find my voice and scream at the top of my lungs.
And I screamed alright, I didn't know I could scream that loud, it was actually hurting my ears. But I continued, my eyes kept stopping at the man hanging in front of me, and it made me scream even louder. My screams changed to name callings without me realizing. Screaming Leonardo's name, then Raphael's, then Donatello, then I do something I didn't expect, call April's name, then Casey's. Then I just screamed some random names that I don't even know, I think there was a Phil somewhere in there. I didn't care who came for me, I just wanted out.
I finally stop screaming and calling random names to catch my breath, but the silence made me panic even more. Twisting my head around and see something, anything. But all I see is that damn guy and darkness surrounding me. Then something caught my eye, the man's jaw laying right between me and the guy. That's when my mind literally went to mush.
I closed my eyes and muttered to myself "It's just a dream, it's just a dream wake up Mikey…Wake up wake up wake up"
Opening my eyes, I see I'm still here. My breathing was going fast, fast and hard. That's what she said. God even in the worse situation my mind still acts like a child, but enough of that, now I have to get back to freaking out.
Where are my brothers? Where am I? I close my eyes and take deep breaths, trying to calm myself down, cause I know I don't do well in situations when I'm freaking out. Calm down Mikey, Calm down. After a minute of deep breathings, I open my eyes and review everything I know.
My hands are impaled thought hooks.
I'm hanging in a dark room.
There's dead guy in front of me.
His jaw is right there.
And it's dark. Did I say that already? I might have. Whatever.
I take a deep breath and look at the guy, noticing more stuff about him. His eye looks like it has just been gouged out. His arm is misshapen, most likely broken. Ok I can't do this, I had to look away, feeling the vomit begin to rise again. I looked around again, making sure it was actually dark around me. It was. Now how did that help me? No idea.
Ok, I need to start thinking of ways to get out of here. Now let's see, I'm hooked and my feet aren't touching the ground. I looked up and saw the ceiling and the chains that the hooks were attached to. They seemed old, like I could pull them and they would break, but that's the thing, how do I pull them? I sigh, there has to be a way to get out of there. Think Mikey think! Boy I could use Donnie right now.
I could use a miracle, I mean if I do manage to get out of here, who knows where this place leads. I could get out of here, walk through a random door and end up face to face with a monster! Highly unlikely but you never know. Well, I have two options, either wait here and maybe someone will come and save me, or try and get out and risk my hand use forever.
I sigh, hoping my brothers well come and save me, I can see it. Leonardo walks in, Donatello takes me off the hooks, and Raphael carries me with dramatic music and doves flying everywhere. What? It could happen. But it won't, I'm just keeping my thoughts on getting out of here. If not then I would end up going crazy.
I give looking at the guy another shot, glance up at him, and so far my stomach feels fine. It's still gross. Then I try the name calling thing again, I shout Leo's name, nothing.
Don.
Nothing.
Raph.
Nothing.
I'm tempted on trying Phil again, but I don't. I sigh, feeling trapped and hopeless. I look around the room yet again, I noticed something when I saw the broken jaw that lay on the floor in front of me. Just something that caught my eye, it was like...neat. Like someone tore it off the man's skull, and places it gently in front of me. It was weird, but I could help but think that way.
I tare my eyes away from the jaw and glance around the room once again, hoping to see something new or different at least, but everything stayed the same, and that made me feel even more uneasy about this place.
Scared?
Yeah I'm scared! I would never admit it in front if my brothers due to the fact that Raphael wasn't so gentle with people when they said they were scared. Like this one time, the four of us were sitting in the main room, it was night time and we decided to watch a horror movie. And a part came up where it made Leo jump like crazy. Raphael kept on that for almost three weeks before finally dropping it.
Excuse me, my mind seems to wander off when I don't realize it, but anyway with me, he called me names, forced me to grow up and face my fears head on. But right now, I'm scared, like...really scared. I don't know where I am ANDlet's not forget I'm alone. No idea where my brothers are.
I think that's what scaring me the most, I feel my heart beating in my chest, so hard that I can actually hear the quiet thumps as my heart bangs inside me. I was never this scared! And when you stand in front if shredder when he's threatening to "exterminate" you, you get pretty scared, but not like this. This is some, hopeless, alone kind of fear.
Like this one time, way back when, I came down with the flu, and it was bad, like to the point where I hurt to move. So my brothers told me to go to my room and rest until I get better. So I did! And I wake up and call Donnie's name for some water, usually the genius would be up in a matter of minutes, but I waited for almost ten minutes before I tried again, and still nothing. So I fight the urge to scream in pain as I stand up and walk out of my room. I looked over the railing and saw the lair was empty. I called my brother's name, but I heard only the echoes of my hopeless cries, an hour passes and they hadn't come back.
Looking back I was dumb, but at the time I faced facts and told myself they disappeared or worse, I must have cried for what felt like hours, because I thought my brothers were dead and I was never going to see them ago, that and the pain in my body also sparked some tears. I tried everything, calling them, calling April, but no one picked up. And I was not up for going top side. So I sat there and wept, then the lair doors opened and guess who walked in.
Yep...my brothers.
I don't think I was ever that happy, hell I was happier than a kid in Christmas day.
Sorry, I'm doing it again, anyway where was i? Oh yeah, the dark and creepy room I was hanging in and that freaking dead guy who is staring at me.
What do I do! Just wait here until someone finds me, or until I DIE! But I don't want to die, not yet at least, I mean the wrestling paper view is on in a couple days. It's the match of a lifetime! This somehow helps, thinking to myself that I might actually get out of here and return home.
Some say that when you're minutes from death, although I know I'm not minutes from death, at least I hope not. Anyway they say it helps to think about the happy moments in you're life, like you're family. But thinking of my family only depresses me. Cause like I miss them so much! And I want to see them again, but I don't know if they even know where I'm at. Are they here to? Somehow that thought makes me feel better. I mean I really wish they weren't in the situation I'm in now, but I hope there still here. Cause then if there here, it means they could find me and we can go home.
So yes, I'm my mind, there here. In reality, I have no idea, but I'm sticking with my mind. But if I do end up getting off of these hooks and I try and look for them, and they end up not being here, then I wasted a good couple hours to try and find my brothers that aren't here.
Oh god i have a headache, I just need to stop thinking for a few minutes. I close my eye's tightly and try to empty my mind. But that's what sucks about me, I always have to think, or to talk. I can't go even like, ten minutes without talking. How long has it been since I woke up? Feels like hours, but could be only minute's. What time is it anyway? Wow I try to stop thinking and as I try to stop, I end up thinking.
This is hard.
I don't like this.
But I'd rather take silence then whatever that dude went through. Yeah, the one that's still looking at me. I look into his eyes, or...well…eye. The other one is so jacked up that I don't even know if you could call it an eye. But anyway I stare into his…eye. And what's creepy is it's like…looking at me, like hardcore. Like before he died he decided to just stare at me.
Wait.
He's dead.
Wouldn't his head be looking down if he-He blinked, HE FREAKING BLIKNED! HOLY CRAP! I start freaking out, screaming at the top of my lungs, kicking my legs and trying to get away from him. He just stayed there and looked at me, just kept looking.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME" I shout.
I think about and it was kind of unnecessary to say that due to the fact that we're both bound up and facing each other. I close my eyes and turn my head, I stopped freaking out but I rally didn't want to se him looking at me again. "Listen, we can help each other" I say out of instinct, "Could you just please stop staring at me like that" I ask.
Nothing happened.
I was scared to, but I peeked thought on eye, he was still there, and looking at me, but something was different, very different, and i hated it. He was closer. Noticeably closer.
"Please don't hurt me" I say innocently, hoping it would work.
All of a sudden, his moved again, but this time, he was almost an inch from my face. I was to in shock to move, to horrified to speak, too scared to scream. And the man just stared into my eyes, then his head tilted a bit. My heart raced so fast that I'm scared it's going to either explode or just jump out of my chest. I turn my head once again and close my eyes, hoping he would just go away and leave me alone.
Then I feel someone's hand wrap around my jaw and force me to look at him. I open my eyes and his face was much closer to mine now, I saw his mutilated eye as it stared me right in the face. Then the man gave off a ear piercing scream, it was so loud that I could have sworn my vision went out for a second.
Then the screaming stopped, but the man didn't let go of my face. He clenched it tighter, and tighter, and tighter. Ow, this dude is going to break my jaw, just like how his was, oh my god! He's going to rip my jaw off! Holy crap holy crap.
His hand shifts and he sticks his fingers in my mouth, they tasted like four long rotten sticks of garlic. He began to tug on my jaw, I scream in pain. I have to do something fast, or he'll rip my jaw out! There's nothing else to do, I bite down on his fingers and feel the skin tare and the blood enter my mouth. He did the piecing scream once again and removed his hand from my mouth. The man with no jaw held his hand and screeched at me. Then he turned around and ran really weird to the wall. He placed both hands on the wall and jerks his head back, then slams it against the wall. I saw that his skull instantly cracked and caved in. But he still screamed that freaking scream.
Leaned his head back and slammed it back into the wall again, remembered that eye I was telling you about? The mutilated one? Well now it's hanging out of his eye unnaturally. He swiftly looks at me, then turns back to the wall.
Put his head back once again.
I closed my eyes, not able to see anymore.
*Slam*
….
*Slam*
…
*Slam*
*Flop*
I inhale deeply, not wanting to look, but I feel I have to. I opened my eyes and….oh god! His face…Its just…Oh my god.
I don't know why but I feel tears rushing out of my eyes. I don't know why, maybe it's the fact that I've never been so scared in my life, or that my brothers aren't here. But I cried.
