Hey guys. So I am relatively new to writing FanFiction but I will do my best. This story will deal with rape, cutting, suicide and sex. It is rated M for a reason so please read at your own risk. However I do hope you guys like this story. But please review and let me know what you think. Good or bad or constructive criticism or advice is appreaciated.
Huge thanks to my Beta Reader Dondena for helping me and being awesome!
I don't own anything except Bethany as she is me. Now please enjoy! :)
Chapter One
Bethany shuffled her feet through the light layer of snow that covered the ground in a frozen blanket.
The evening sun peaked through the clouds and made the snow glisten and gleam around her. On a normal occasion she would have found this a very pretty sight, but not today…
She sniffed and held back her tears as she wrapped her arms around herself. She shivered in her light blue hoodie; stained with blood from the previous night.
Brushing her long, curly chestnut hair away from her sad, grey eyes she continued to walk aimlessly throughout the streets of New York.
Her heart pounded heavily in her chest and she wanted to scream, but no sound came. All she could feel was the knot in her stomach tightening and rising in her throat, choking her and stealing her breath away.
She felt little to no emotions and was walking around like a lost spirit. The emptiness and numbness consuming her as she trudged along; not even noticing the wind that was biting at her cheeks and yanking at her hair.
"I can't believe she's gone! And it's all my fault!" She thought to herself miserably and clenched her fists tightly together; digging her nails into her palms in an attempt to hold her feelings inside.
She wandered over to Central Park and sat under a tree; hugging her knees to her chest, she just sat there for a while.
Millions of thoughts ran through her head and her heart felt heavy in her chest. The pain and loneliness suffocating her as she sat there; and as she sat she thought about the many times she'd shared with Katie.
"Haha!" She laughed and her face lit up with sparkling eyes. "Come on Beth!" She urged. Tugging at her sweater playfully, Katie grinned at Bethany. Grinning back, the two raced off towards the tree that was their secret hideout. Her laugh rang out and twinkled in her ear as she spun around, her golden hair sparkling in the sun. Joy was emanating from her and Bethany could only help but smile too as they walked around laughing and talking.
Bethany paused and smiled to herself softly. Remembering that afternoon fondly and then wishing she hadn't. But her thoughts could not be stopped now.
"Bethany! Help me!" "Ahhh!" "No! Please leave me alone!" "Bethany! Please, you have to do something!" GUN SHOTS. "Katie!" Bethany had shrieked. Her desperate screams and pleas all raced through her head and Bethany closed her eyes tightly. Trying to get it all out of her head but it was no use. "Bethany!" Katie's voice screamed with terror. Her scream was so pain filled and terrified that it shattered Bethany's soul and her scream was haunting her because she hadn't been able to save her.
The pain was now stabbing at her heart and clenching tightly with razor sharp talons. Breaking the little control she still had, Bethany dug into her sweater and pulled out the familiar blade. Unsheathing it, she stared at her reflection and ran her finger along the sharp edge.
The inner battle raging in whether or not to add to her scars on her wrist. She pulled up her sweater sleeve and stared at the many lines. Most of them faded with age but some newer ones showed easily.
Eventually, the intense desire to release her pain winning over, she dragged it across her wrist.
She watched as it puffed up, red and raised; the blood coming up in little bubbles, forming a perfect line of red.
Again and again she sliced away until the crimson blood ran down her arm and collected in a small pool on the ground.
When she was done she looked at the stained blade satisfactorily, a small smile playing on her lips. She closed the knife and stuck it back in her pocket.
All the pain she felt vanishing and her mind was at ease. All emotions disappearing as she watched the blood trickle down and hit the ground.
She felt a wall of calmness hit her and she felt free from her body. All the pain disappearing and she no longer felt hurt, but after the feeling of relief disappeared she felt conflicted.
She hit her head against the tree; disgusted that she had just done that.
And yet, it had felt so good to cut again. The feeling of complete calm engulfing her as her skin tore. Chasing away the unwanted thoughts and pain.
But Katie had made her promise never to do it again, but now-?
She forced those thoughts out of her head, not wanting to think about any of that again.
But as the minutes ticked by, she could feel herself losing her hold on her emotions entirely and she started to silently cry.
Her heart ached again and she could feel her last sliver of control slipping away from her and she could not hold it back any longer.
Her silent tears became hard, choking sobs that violently shook her whole body and she could not stop them from flowing.
She cried for what seemed like an eternity, but her tears could not be stopped.
But then, her grief turned to rage as her thoughts swirled around and found a reason to be furious instead.
Standing up she kicked the tree several times, ignoring the throbbing pain she felt in her foot.
She allowed the pain to calm her down and as she paused to catch her breath, all of her emotions came crashing down on her like an avalanche.
She let out a scream of pain and frustration and anger, blasted out with the aide of her tears and despair.
Her throat burned and she clenched her hands into tight fists.
"No! No! Nooooooo!" She wailed and pounded the tree. She clutched it tightly and whispered. "Noo!"
She leaned against the tree again as her tears started to fall harder and she collapsed in an emotionally tired heap.
Several minutes passed before she could stop crying and she just lay there now.
She didn't even care that the snow had started falling again, surrounding her in white, fluffy powder.
Nor did she care that the sun was setting and soon it would be dark, and Central Park was a dangerous place at night.
Too emotionally worn out to move, she continued to lay under the tree and sniffle, her bloody and tear stained cheeks turning pink from the cold.
She rubbed her red eyes and whispered quietly. "I'm so sorry..."
Her eyelids began to flutter and she closed her sad grey-blue eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Sleep that came easily to her with the emotional exhaustion of the past two days and aided by the loss of blood from her arms. Although the troubles from the night before haunted her, she continued to sleep; echoed by Katie's screams of horror ringing over and over in her ears.
'Crack!' Bethany's eyes snapped wide open at the sound but she dared not move.
"Hey! Lookie here. It's our lucky night!" A dark voice said, though she could see no one in the darkness that loomed all around her.
"Hehe! Grab the gun!" The man chuckled and gave an order. Her skin started to crawl and she could feel the hair on her neck standing up as her heart pounded heavily in her chest.
The wind was suddenly knocked out of her and it was followed by strong kicks and punches.
A blow to her head made her dizzy as she tried to figure out what was going on.
Another strike hit her lips and she could taste the copper in her mouth and feel the blood trickling down her chin.
Someone grabbed her hair and pulled her up onto her feet as a rough hand grabbed her by the neck and rammed her up against the tree roughly.
Her head was swimming and her eyes were fuzzy as she tried to recover from the attack. She wanted to scream for someone to help but couldn't open her mouth.
She still couldn't see the man, but she could smell alcohol on his breath and cigarette smoke on his clothes.
Another man grabbed her hands and pinned them to the tree; and he pulled out a knife that glinted in the moonlight. The clouds having moved away and the full moon now shone brightly, giving her a glimpse of the men assaulting her.
He pressed the knife to her throat and leaned in close. "Don't resist little lady and we won't hurt you too much!" He cackled evilly as the other man reached down her shirt.
"No! Get away from me you creeps!" She cried and kicked the one guy as hard as she could, but another blow to her head knocked her to the ground. It was followed by several more kicks and fists.
Her body hurt all over and she could not move. They grabbed her hair again and slammed her against the tree harder this time.
"That was a very stupid decision, Bitch! And you're going to pay for it!" He threatened menacingly and slashed at her arm with the knife. She cried out in pain as he dug the knife into her neck on pale flesh again.
She bit her lip and tried not to scream as he unbuttoned her loose and dirty jeans. His hand snaked down her pants; she whimpered and tried not to cry out.
The knife still tight to her throat pressed even tighter against her flesh and stream of blood began to trickle down her neck and soak into her sweater. Mixing with the older blood and she could feel her head start to swim again as she realized they were going to rape her and she was going to die.
He removed his awful dirty hand and she watched as he gleefully took off his pants and pressed himself tightly against her.
His eyes burned deeply with a hunger and lust all too familiar and she was barely able to hold back her screams.
She pressed herself tighter against the tree in hopes that she could stop them from raping her.
But she knew it was useless and she blinked back her tears and tried to accept the fact that she was going to die alone in the park like this.
"Ahhh!" Raphael roared and kicked at a chair in his way, smashing it into lots of little pieces. He grabbed his helmet and slammed it on his head and jumping on his bike, he tore away from the lair.
Leo had pushed him too far this time and he fumed with rage while racing through the city on his bike.
After a while, he found himself at Central Park and hopping off his bike while still grumbling to himself, he jumped into a nearby tree. From there, he could look out for any sign of trouble and he was sure in the mood to kick some serious shell.
He leapt from tree to tree silently, remaining in the shadows until he saw a disturbing sight that made his blood boil even more.
"Humans are horrible and do awful things to one another!" He thought furiously to himself, a low growl collecting in his throat.
He jumped down quietly and snuck up behind the men. Clenching his fists tightly around his familiar and mastered weapons, he smirked and knocked the guy with the knife to the girl's throat away. He hit him on the head, knocking him to the ground and went to attack the other guy, but he quickly pulled out a gun.
He held the gun to her head. "Drop the weapons or I will shoot!" He warned.
Raphael snarled and tightened his grip on the worn leather. He rushed forward and knocked the gun from his hand and landed a blow to his gut before the guy knew what had happened.
Raphael threw another precise kick to his stomach with such force he was thrown backwards and landed with a hard thud. The man doubled over in pain and gasping for air, but grabbed at the gun and aimed it at Raphael.
Bullets flew all over, but his reflexes were on the top of his game tonight and swinging his sais, he deflected them all. Kicking him again and again, the man writhed in pain as Raph continued with his brutal attack.
He punched him in the face over and over, his fury at this sick and disgusting man coursing through him with every punch.
"Look out!" Bethany's voice cried out and he whirled around just in time to dodge a bullet fired from the other guy, now standing up.
Raphael dodged the bullets and charged into the man, knocking him to the ground. Raphael kicked the guy again and again until he was lying on the ground pleading desperately for him to stop.
Raphael's chest rose and fell heavily and he burned with fury. If the girl wasn't there, he would've finished them both off and left but he stood there now, rage still pulsing through his veins. "Fucking bastard!" He growled.
He turned to leave, hoping to vanish into the night knowing she had already seen too much.
"Wait! Please don't leave me!" She called out, fear thick in her voice still.
Sighing, he reluctantly turned to face the girl, who was still standing and looking very scared.
"You alright?" He asked.
Instead of freaking out like he thought she might or even answer his question, she exclaimed. "You're hurt!" She pointed to his arm.
He suddenly felt the warm sticky blood trickling down his arm where a bullet had grazed him. He shrugged it off. "S' nothing. You alright though?"
"You, you're, you're a talking turtle!" She exclaimed as if just realizing this fact.
"Uh, yeah. Look you should go to a hospital or something." Raph suggested awkwardly.
"No! Please don't make me!" She cried and gripped his arm fearfully; her face turning completely pale.
"But why not? You ok?"
"Please don't make me go! Please!" She begged him desperately. "Please!"
"Look I can't help you. You need to see a doctor-" he began.
"No please! He'll find me! And he'll kill me! Please don't make me go!" She cried and tears started to fall from her eyes. "Please don't make me go!"
"Who's gonna kill you?" Raphael asked, concerned.
"He'll find me! Please don't make me go!" She babbled again.
And before Raphael could respond she froze. "Wait! You, you were there! I- you-" she gasped and turned ghost white again.
"What?" Raph asked, confused.
"You were there...!" She whispered and fainted.
Raphael caught her in his strong arms. "Aw, Shell!" He grumbled.
Normally, he would have just dropped her off at the hospital and left, but after the desperate way she pleaded against it and her bizarre statement, he decided to take her back to the lair.
As he carried her over to his bike he stared at her, and couldn't help but be taken aback by her beauty. Even in the dark and covered in dark purple bruises and blood, her pale face shone brightly and he took in every detail from her small ears and perfectly shaped eyebrows, to her full pink lips. All perfectly framed by her dark brown, long wavy tresses.
"Leo's gonna kill me!" He said out loud and drove for home holding her tightly against his plastron with one hand.
There! hope you enjoyed Chapter One and I hope you will keep reading. :) Please review and let me know what you think.