Sorry it's taken me so long everyone. I have been...occupied with things. So, I want to know how I'm doing please. So if you would review it would be greatly appreciated. I love every one of y'all!
Disclaimer: I, turtleformer66, do not own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, or anything ascociated with them.
I am very confused...I had a dream...I was at home. And now I'm back in this hell hole of a cellar where my father keeps me! I am sore, hungry, and clothesless. He laughs at me every time I try to get away from the chains that bind my hands and feet. He..."upgraded" me, in his own words, since I attempted, and almost succeeded, in escaping the ropes. But alas, I am never to reclaim my freedom, for I have no more hope.
I used to daydream of that one day, when my mother would burst through those metal doors that trap me, police a few steps behind her. She would embrace me in her arms while I cried into her shoulder, her whispering, "It's alright, it's alright, mamma's here." I would dream about that one glorious moment in my mind, whild my father pushed into me, making me shout, scream with agony, and thrash like a corpse on fire. Those dreams are gone now, for I have no hope. No memmories to hold on to, no light dancing in my eyes.
He brought me a mirror once. He let me look at myself. I was ugly and beaten, my wounds from the whips he introduced into his sick twisted game of "love" as he calls it, festering, yellow slime covering the openings. I have been down here for almost a year, I am sure of it. I have resorted to marking on my wrists with my fingernails, which have grown a horrid amount, every time he visits. You won't believe the torment he has made my life.
But as my eyes closed, the blurry vision of him leaving the room, the only sound left is my harsh breathing. One more dream, I tell myself. One more dream, and then no more...ever again.
Happiness filled the unknown room with its light, dancing in the eyes of the shadowed figure. I glance to my left seeing two more and one more on my right. I turn around. There is three more. I know I should feel threatened, scared, or even be panicing, but the love pouring from those eyes, those many sets of eyes, made my heart swell with wonder. How could someone love this hiddious, ugly beast? I look down at myself, expecting to see the slashes and marks, yet...I see none. I see skin with scars, so many scars...but no open wounds.
I turn back around, and the setting changes. A room, with a dresser on the right of the door in front of me, and once again, a shadow. But this shadow was more defined. It had muscles and it's arms were open, as if saying, "Come to me, you'll be safe, you'll always be safe." I walked into them, not caring about the conciquinces, and felt...love, pour out of me for this unknown shadow. It's arm cacoon made me feel safe, a feeling I was not accustomed to feeling.
I reveled in the feeling, before being ripped from MY shadow's arms. A choked cry escaped me, and I fell to my knees, struggling against the force. I closed my eyes...and let darkness overtake me.
My eyes snapped open, and I felt wet streams on my cheeks. I took deep breaths, trying to breathe. I closed my eyes and let all the sadness, all the pain, all the longing for someone to just love me, out, my sobs racking my body. So...this is what it feels like to be unloved...this is what I am going to be doing for the rest of my life. With shame, I titled my head, accepting my fate.
Leonardo sat up from his bed, breathing hard. He had dreamt of a beautiful young woman, with black hair, and a set of the warmest brown eyes he had ever saw. He had opened his arms for her, knowing the pain she was in, and she...came to him. It astonished and amazed him at the same time. The moment he had his arms around her, he swore he would protect this fragile creature, who he knew was in an unbalanced mental state. He felt...love radiate from her. Not just sisterly love either. Actual, genuine love, that made his heart swell with joy.
But she was ripped from his arms, falling to her knees, and then fading away. He fought to get to her, but a force was pulling him away. His chest constricted, as if it were the last time he was to see her. It felt to him as if part of his heart had disappeared with her. He knew it was just a dream, but it was real.
He decided that he would tell April about it, since she was the best choice. He couldn't go to Don. He would laugh and say, "Well, it's just your brain messing with you. Don't worry about it, we all have to escape and have someone, at one point." He couldn't go to Raph, because he would laugh and make fun of him. He couldn't go to Mike, 'cause he wouldn't take it seriously. He couldn't go to Master Splinter because he felt embarrased. So the only logical explaination, so he thought, was April.
He got up and grabbed all of his gear, opening the door, and making his way to the shower. Once there, he grabbed a towel from the closet, set aside his stuff, and entered the steam that came from the water pouring down from the shower head. He stood there for a moment, letting the sudden tenseness from his shoulders fade away, sighing at the relief. It was only five in the morning, but he was an early bird, though not much of a morning person.
How many people go through their daily lives without the luxiouries we have, he thought, lathering his wash cloth. Probably a lot. "There is nothing I can do though," he said to himself. He washed and then rinsed, making sure to get every inch. He stepped out, got "dressed", and put his towel in the corner of the bathroom to pick up later.
With confused thoughts, he smelled the beginnings of breakfast, and headed down to the kitchen to say hi to Mike.
So this is it. I would really love some reviews on this. Sorry there is a bit of a time jump. I love all of you! Special thanks to CrystalBud for the review. It is depressing, but like I said...it will get lighter. I am hoping that you all give this a chance. And please review! You know you want to!