This story is a reflection of my feelings of my own abuse and shit.
P.S. I don't own TMNT. Only my OC.
FLASHBACK
With a sickening crack he brought his giant fist down upon my skull knocking me out cold. The last thing I saw was the look of terror on my lover's face as I drifted slowly into a bloodied and confusing sleep.
END FLASHBACK
It's so cold. I woke up and crawled shakingly to my knees, retching up a everything consumed in the last five hours I presumed. After empting the contents of my stomach, I shivered heavily and rose slowly to my bare feet. Then a rumbling began, slivers of light flashed through what I guessed was a train car.
While struggling to get to my feet, I heard a noise. A noise so familiar. Then it hit me, the noise sounded like the tinkle of wind chimes I always fell asleep to when I visited my grandmother. Though something was off. As I listened more carefully, I realised that this noise was coming from the swinging of chains. Tons of chains ringing together as if to form one solid voice. Whispering, Come, join us. Join us here where we rest. Taking a step forward, wanting suddenly to join the voices as they suggested, I felt it.
An arm. Fingers. Ice cold. Solid as stone. Then as the train passed the sunlight I saw briefly with the slivers of illumination, a person. An upside down person. Hanging by their toes on the whispering chains. I bit back a screech of pure and horrifying terror. There were so many… men, women, and children. Punished. All of their wounds seemed to gush fresh blood even though by the smell they had been dead for weeks. The worst of all were their wounds though, was one garnet red gaping hole right where their hearts should have been, their chests had apparently been sliced open and their very souls ripped right from their bodies.
As I open-mouthed in astonishment I suddenly felt as though all of their fears and nightmares were being slammed onto my shoulders. I glanced down at my own seething flesh only to be repulsed at the horrors ripping up my own skin. Sheet by sheet, It was torn painfully away. I then lost control of the muscles in my arms and in hands, my fingers on my left hand, forced themselves into my eyes, gouging out my beautiful sapphire orbs. With that one hand destroying my face, the other began ripping thick pieces of my long blonde hair out handfuls at a time, as I collapsed onto the metal floor. As my head lolled back in an obvious sign of death, my eyes snapped open and I sat straight up in the bed myself and Donatello shared. Sweating and shivering I got out of the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping reptile. I headed down the stairs to fix myself some nice hot tea to calm my frayed nerves.
But sensing someone behind me- I turned, fast and silently, accidentally ramming into the humanoid rat that is my father-in-law. "Master Splinter, I-I apologise f-for causing such a ruckus. I-" he gently cut me off before I could even begin one of my apology rants. "My child," he spoke softly, "Something seems to be causing you great distraught. What could possibly be the matter?" At first I pondered on if I should keep these dreams that even Donatello didn't know about a secret, or if I should spill my guts to the respected rodent. Finally, after much contemplation, I made my choice.
Well…I hope y'all liked it, I tried my best to express my feelings with this one shot. So…ya. Hope ya enjoyed! :)
-XxRBxX