Yep. New story here. Just plot bunnies ramming on their cages in my head. And then, one comes free. Just so happens to be this one. Hope you people like this story. Prologue start!

TMNT doesn't own me. Wait. That sounds wrong… Oh, this is better: I don't own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in any way, neither one way nor the other.

My Ludicrous Life: Prologue.

"Donnie!" The sobbing echoes of my youngest brother's voice, Michelangelo, sounded as clear as day. "Do you hate me? Why are you sending me away?!"

As he spoke, the voices magnified, and there were two voices instead of one, "Donnie."

It was Leo.

"Donnie, you ruined our family. You split us apart. Why?"

Accusing glares was felt, as I trembled. Then as if it wasn't enough, another voice came in; Raph.

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE OUR BROTHER, BUT I GUESS NOT!"

"S-Stop it, Raphie, it wasn't my fault." I shivered and started sobbing. "Raphie, I didn't do it."

Then all the voices screamed at once, "You killed Father! You were the reason he died! And now you're the reason we split apart, you brainiac."

"You should die, brainiac."

"You were always the weak one of the family. And now you have torn us apart."

"You're the worst older brother ever."

"GET OUT OF OUR FAMILY!"

Donatello Hamato woke up with a startling scream, gasped and as he fought for something to hold on to for his dear life, he soon realized that he was sleeping on the cold tile floor. He glanced quickly around before tensing up again, he slept in the kitchen. And if his predictions were correct, his shriek was probably loud enough to wake up the house.

He winced as he heard footsteps that could only be from a drunken person and dove behind the dining table fit for one.

"DONATELLO, YOU BASTARD CHILD! WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GO?!"

Don flinched as one foot came dangerously close in stepping on his hand. His supposed step-father clutched his hair and lifted him up. "You woke me up from my sleep, you f***ing kid. Haven't your mother ever told you to respect your elders?" he snarled then laughed maniacally, "Oh right, you don't have a f***ing mother!"

Donatello recoiled at the smell of alcohol. He held back from knocking the offender out, and gently untangled the hand from his hair. Without another word, he ran to the washroom.

"That's right, run, you idiotic child. Run!" the caretaker shouted angrily after him.

Don sighed as his back collided with the door and slid all the way down to the hard, cold floor. He growled irritably to himself. Why did he get himself in such a mess, why?

Then his eyes softened and a warm aura covered him. "Of course," he whispered, "the importance of family…"

"No matter how petite or how boorish they are, they still care about you. That's what Master Splinter taught you, Donnie. You must respect them."

"Even if they hurt you… Donnie, you can do this. Three more years until freedom... You've lived like this for six years already."

Don took a slightly hitched breath. "Master Splinter… Leo, Raphie, Mikey… I miss you guys."

And that's all for the prologue, folks! I hope you enjoyed this!

PLEASE REVIEW. Honestly, I'm really not sure if I should continue this or not… Ugh, my messed up mind.

Anyhow, hope you like this prologue, and continue to read this, and review on the way/all the way! THANK YOU!