Wow, I never thought people would be actually reading this and liking it! Your reviews really give me the boost to want to continue. According to my brother they're addictive so if you want me to update soon, send as much as you can so I'll want more and more and thus write more and more. See how the vicious cycle works?

I laugh my head off. What, are these guys trying to fool me?! Because this must be the worst joke they ever came up with.

"Mikey, are you okay?" Raph asks me nervously. I nod and chuckle lightly. They all look at me with fearful eyes and my laughter slowly dies. They look so serious.

"It's true, little brother. It really is," Leo tells me while locking his eyes with mine. I look straight into them and see nothing but sincerity and worry.

That's when I start feeling completely numb. I can't feel the hands on my shoulders anymore and neither can I see my brothers standing right in front of me. Everything is a blur and I feel like getting sick. Dead? Like 'not moving, thinking or breathing' dead? Is that what happened to me?

"I thought being dead felt different," I mumble slowly. And I really do. I was always scared of death because it could take a member of my family away from me forever. But I also welcomed it as an ally because if there would be this time when I would really hurt too much, death would be the cure. My older brothers (they really are much older now, aren't they?) circle around me, all touching my skin in an effort to comfort me in some way.

"It's because you aren't dead now, Mikey," Donnie tells me. "You have a pulse."

I nod but the information doesn't really sink in. All I can wonder about is where I've been the last three years. But there's nothing in between the dark blue memory and when I woke up in the sewers. What happened to me? And if I'm really dead, how am I still here?

"I c-can't bel-lie…" The numb feeling is replaced by an ice-cold spot which slowly spreads from my arms, to my head and on to the rest of my body. My mind rushes and my heart pounds against my chest.

"He's in shock," I hear Don say. "Maybe we should show him his room. It can help him accept it if he can believe it. For that he needs to see it."

I feel being steered upstairs. I walk along. I'm not interested in anything they want to show me. I just want to know what happened to me, why I was dead, who did that, where I've been and how I came back. But most of all, I want my complete family being around me and us being back to normal. Like we used to be when we were fifteen. The problem is that I'm the only one left fifteen. I missed out on those three years of growing up with them.

A door is opened and only when I step into the room, I notice it's my bedroom. It's clean though. Everything I own, or owned when I was alive, is still there but it is now neatly put away into cupboards and closets. On my desk all my drawings and notebooks are piled up into different stacks. I think my drawing utensils are in the drawers because I can't see them on the desk, were I used to leave them. My bed is made and I can see where my favourite blanket must have laid because the cover is slightly dented at the footboard. It's obvious they keep the room clean. In the middle of it, a place I didn't even know existed because of all the clutter that once covered it, is a small table. I see a picture I once drew of me and my brothers, framed in wood. An orange bow is tied around it, two nunchucks lying in front. Two candles guard the sides of the picture and there is a small bowl in which I know you can burn letters to send to the one past away.

My brothers stand around me quietly, Donnie's eyes watering slightly at the sight. Leo's arm wraps around my neck, as to make sure I'm still there and not actually gone. Raph watches the shrine stoically and deep down inside, I know he's spent the most time in this room out of all of them.

"We didn't have any pictures of you on yer own. Of course we don't have a photograph but we thought your pictures would do. But you neva liked to draw yourself, did ya?" Raph asks me.

I shake my head. My family had always been everything to me and therefore I would always draw them. I wasn't important, at least not to myself. I only drew pictures of me when it was a memory in which we all were present. The one in the frame is one of the best memories. It's just a simple one of the four of us in front of the television. Donnie and I watch Leo and Raph play a game. I was sick that day and they had moved all of the pillows and blankets into the living room so I didn't feel left out. That was an awesome day. I think we were thirteen then, maybe younger. When everything was still simple.

"I've died," I say suddenly. It sounds strange to say it out loud like a statement; like it's true. But I know it's true and it makes me feel less sick to think about it that way. To think about it as a fact.

"Yes, Michelangelo, you've died. But you've returned as well. You're standing here with us," Leo says calmly, although I can hear a slight shiver shaking his words. "And that's what we need to focus on now."

I look at my older brother with wide eyes. Go on? Just like that? I just came back from death and as far as I know, that's not the norm! But when I look into Leo's dark blue oceans, I notice a pleading look. There's something he doesn't want to tell me. And I want to know what that is. But if none of them will speak up, maybe I should ask someone else. Maybe they're not going to like it, but it's time to get everyone here. Wouldn't they be glad to see me too, by the way? I've been gone for so long. Now I think about it, why aren't they here yet?

"Where's April and Casey, guys? And Master Splinter. Shouldn't they be here too? I want to see them," I say, looking up at all of them. I've always been the shortest out of all of my brothers but now I really have to look up to them.

I notice how their faces pale and how Raph's breathing becomes slightly harsher. Eventually it's Donnie who takes me by the hand and leads me out of the room. "We will tell you, but not here. It's time you get to know everything that happened."

Alright I know it's a suckish ending with leaving you in the dark again, but I couldn't come up with anything better. The scene in which they tell Mikey how he died, needs to be so damn perfect that even I'm going to cry. This one is more about shock and thoughts and less about emotions because Mikey obviously needs to process everything first, but the next chapter really has to rock! Oh well, I'll just work on it day and night and you'll see it later on. Don't forget to review! Please? I like them, they make me happy. And happy girls need less sleep which means more time for writing.