Secrets
by: Raigon
(Raphael has a secret that can not be told. A secret that is the reason why he always goes off a lone. The reason why he rants and rave. A secret that is the cause of his rage. A secret that he has held onto for so long that the weight of it has become like a second shell. A secret that is now threaten to be expose.)
It was cold …so cold …as the snow fell from the sky. Sprinkles of white upon the ground that made the world seem to glow in the moonlight. It was so pretty,b ut, it couldn't cover up the ugliness that rest underneath. The grime and dirt of people that would kill each other over scrapes of paper. It was so hard to understand them, they had everything he didn't, and on a night like this …he had found he had given up even trying.
Blood marks his trail.
He had thought to stay below at first. He had thought to hide out in the sewer where the cold would end his misery without risk to his family. Yet, he couldn't do that to them …he couldn't simply disappear and not show back up. He couldn't just go away, but the hot feeling inside made him want to curl up into a knot and die. It made everything seem so utterly worthless and it made him feel so sick and horrible that death didn't seem so bad.
He had a secret.
A secret he never told.
A secret he feared to expose.
A secret that made his rage spiral out of control.
A secret that had him outside in the cold.
He couldn't go home.
Not yet, but, he couldn't stay here either. He is a turtle, and in the cold of night …the dropping temperature threatens to fulfill his dreams. He wouldn't last the night, but he couldn't go home. He is a mutant, he couldn't go somewhere else either. The warmth of the city, that shimmering gem, was full of wicked people. People that would hurt him if given a chance. People that would scream at him, because he is different. People that could never accept him.
He had a secret.
A secret he can never tell.
He is a secret.
Life just isn't fair.
Raphael age nine would turn away from the city. Turn his back on the world, and sneak back into the sewers, but he didn't head home. He couldn't go there. He would find warmth somewhere else, because humans left their trappings everywhere. A small control room …it had a small space heater that someone had left behind. He hooked it up, and for the next three days that is where he reside.
Hungry and loneliness eventually sent him home.
It was needless to say …Master Splinter wasn't please.
But, Raphael had a secret.
One he dared not tell.
It left a trail of red behind in his wake.
It caused a terrible ache.
It was something that they could never understand.
It was his secret, and he would not share.
