Hey guys! This chapter is sort of weird. Its Donnie's dream while hes unconscious. Im sorry for putting these chapters out of order, but I was "In the moment"! I would really appreciate some reviews! This goes out to silverstar112: I hope you enjoyed my series. PM me what you think, and plz, if u can, review each chapter w/ feedback! Enjoy the chapter, everybody!
Donatello found himself floating in space. "Where am I?" he asked himself. Suddenly, he was sucked into a memory. He found himself next to the swing set at the park, then he realized when he was. It was the day he took that photo of April on the swings. (If you have no clue what I'm talking about, you need to read my first story) He found himself walking April to the manhole cover, but she stopped under the lamppost, next to the 6th Street sign. They stood within the circle of light, smiling at each other. Suddenly, April stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks, Donnie." she said. "Gotta go, bye!" she rushed off toward her home. Donatello was too stunned to say a word. Then, he was sucked into another memory. This time, he was spit out into his room in the "new lair", the place they had moved to when they had had to go deeper into the sewers. He was sitting on his bed, staring at the picture of April. Suddenly, there was a soft knock at the door. Leo came in, holding a strange package.
"Hey, Don. I thought you could use this for the wires." he said, pulling off the tarp. It was an undamaged guitar.
"Thanks, Leo." Donatello said. He looked at the instrument, a small smile on his face. "It will come in handy."
Raphael sat at Donatello's bedside. April had had to leave for the day. He reflected on Donatello. One memory stuck out from the rest. He thought about it.
Raph heard a strange noise coming from Donnie's room. It sounded like...strumming? He went to Donnie's door, and came inside. He found Donnie sitting on his bed, strumming a guitar.
"Hey, Raph," Donnie said. "Leo found this for me. I'm learning to play." Raph was surprised. He couldn't think of a single insult. Later, he heard...singing?! and scratching of a pencil on paper. This time, he didn't go in. He was afraid to find out.
Donatello found himself writing a song for April. He remembered this well.
"We keep this love in a photograph...we keep these memories for ourselves. Where hearts are never broken, and time's forever frozen and still." That's good!" he wrote it down. He missed April terribly, but he hoped to see her again, someday. Finally, he was sucked into yet another memory. It was his and April's first anniversary. His brothers and April had just surprised him with a party. As Mikey had always said afterward, his face was priceless. April had given him a gift of-surprise! A sai attachment for his staff. He had given her a kiss as a thank you.
"Um, I have a gift for you, too." Donatello said, nervously rubbing his hands together. "I'll be right back." he rushed to his room and got his guitar.
"I didn't know you played!" April exclaimed.
"I learned while we were apart." Donatello explained. "I wrote this song for you, too. Well, us, really," he said, sitting down on the couch. "I didn't know if I'd ever see you again. I hope you like it." He began to sing the words to his song, memorized from the two years he spent alone singing and writing it.
"Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes
It's the only thing that makes us feel alive.
We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Our hearts were never broken
And time's forever frozen and still.
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me close until our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home...
We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Our hearts were never broken
And time's forever frozen and still...
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me close until our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
And if you hurt me
That's okay baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home...
When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost back on Sixth street
Hearing you whisper through the phone
Wait for me to come home." (BTW this song is obviously not mine it is Photograph by Ed Sheerman if it wasn't obvious)
"Oh Donnie! I love it!" April said, throwing her arms around him, and kissing him.
"I based it off the picture I gave you." Donnie said, embracing April once again. "And I meant every word." Suddenly, he was sucked back out of the memory, to the black background once again. A doorway of light opened in space, and Renet stepped out. (If you don't know who Renet is, see Turtles in Time. P.S new ship: Renangelo!)
"Hello, Donatello." Renet said.
"Renet?! What are you doing here?" Donatello asked.
"The scepter sensed a great trouble in your time and took me there. Mikey told me everything. You are on the brink of death. Your body is about to give up. I wanted to give you memories that would help you hold on."
"But I feel fine."
"You are in a dream right now, not your real body. April grieves you everyday. Right now, she is singing "Hold Each Other"." Suddenly, Donatello's ears began to work. He heard April singing sadly.
"When the days got short and the nights got a little bit frozen, we held each other..."
"They miss you, Donatello." Renet said, shaking her head sadly. "Look at the future you might have with April." she waved the scepter, and a new scene played in Donatello's mind. He was in the dojo, watching two human children spar, a boy and a girl. The boy had red hair like April's and had his rich mahogany eyes, and fought with a tessen, and the girl had short black hair and had April's sapphire eyes, and fought with a bō staff like his. She smiled, showing gap teeth just like his. "Your children." Renet said, smiling fondly at them. Donatello noticed that the girl used his fighting style. "She takes after you. She has a love of science and inventing. This future will not be possible if you die."
"Then I want to live."
"Your wish is my command." Renet waved the scepter, which began to glow. Donatello began to regain consciousness.
"...we hold each other."
