It's so dark, so cold. I can barely see my hand in front of my face. I'm not sure how long I have been a prisoner. It seems like months or even years. By now, my brothers have probably gone on with their lives. I wonder if they have forgotten that they once had a brother named Michaelangelo.
My contact with the outside world was always limited. Splinter kept us hidden away from humans who would hurt us. But never did I feel as alone and isolated as I do now. I hear footsteps outside my prison door. They never even slow as they walk past. I hear voices, but I can't make out what they are saying. Nobody bothers with the turtle prisoner.
I stand up to pace a little. Boredom is a terrible thing. It makes a minute seem like hours. No televison to watch, nobody to talk to, not even a book to read. I keep wondering what the point is in all of this. What's to be gained from keeping me locked in this one room?
I look around and the shadows on the wall seem to be reaching for me. I know that it's only in my mind. But while my imagination can be my greatest escape, it can also be my greatest enemy. Half forgotten horror stories come to the surface of my mind and I try to force them away by closing my eyes and thinking of my family...my brothers.
If only one of them were here with me...
Raphael would probably be storming around swearing and busting up what little furniture there is in the room. I could chase away the boredom by trying to keep him calm.
Leonardo would no doubt be practicing. Keeping his skills sharp even in the confines of this room. And he would also no doubt force me to practice as well.
What would Donatello do? Heh, my genius bro would probably explain boredom to prevent it.
I slam my hand against a wall suddenly. I'm going to go crazy! The shadows reach for me again and I shrink back.
I try to scream, but no sound comes. How much longer will I have to endure! Now I know why they keep dangerous and unruly prisoners in solitary confinement. This is the worse form of torture. God, someone help me!
The door to my prison opens and I blink against the sudden light.
Splinter smiles. "You're hour restriction is over, Michaelangelo. You are free to leave your room."