Kayla woke up one night from a dream. No, a dream is something happy, joyful even. This was a nightmare. She looked at her alarm clock; it was three in the morning. Since she couldn't sleep, she walked out of her room, in search of something she could take her anger out on. She walked into the training area and found a punching bag; one she noticed had wholes and stitches from mainly her father's weapons. She began punching it, not stopping for a good thirty minuets. She sat down and thought about the nightmare she had.
The scenery was a dull room. It looked so familiar to her. The walls were painted cream, the carpet was dark brown. There were empty bottles on the ground, they were all unlabeled, but Kayla knew they were alcohol by the smell that lingered. The only piece of furniture in the room were a torn up brown couch and a small TV. Sitting on the couch, was a man she recognized all too well. His hair was pitch black, just like hers. He looked as though he hadn't shaved in weeks. He was wearing a stained T- shirt and torn up jeans.
"Girl," he called. Kayla watched as her younger self walked in.
"I have a name," she murmured. "you should know it. I was named after m-"
She was cut off by him hitting her. She fell down. As she tried to get up, he grabbed her hair, which as the time was down to her elbows. She saw him reach for a knife and started chopping off her hair in different places, not caring how much of her hair was pulled out of her head.
She broke out of the flashback when she heard someone behind her.
"Looks like you found my favorite punchin' bag,"
She sighed. "What do you want, Dad?" Raph walked over next to her.
"I can't spend a little time with my daughter? I saw you weren't in your room, and I heard somethin' comin' from in here." he said.
She stood up. "I was just trying to let out some steam."
Raph chuckled a little. "You're gettin' more like me everyday. Kinda hard to imagine, really." he saw her playing with her short hair, like she always did. "Why do always mess with your hair like that?" he asked her.
She froze. Kayla knew someone would notice sooner or later, but it was a habit that served as her reminder of what her life use to be like. "Nothing," she finally told him. "I'm going back to bed."
"Alright," Raph said, yawning. "Me too. Night, Kay."
"Night Dad." she walked back into her room. She thought back to what Raph had said. "I can't spend a little time with my daughter?" she played the words over and over in her head. "That's something I never heard from my birthfather..." she whispered to herself.
