Oh my gash you people have no idea what I went through to get this up on the interwebs. I had to completely restart my computer AFTER I had already wrote this. So you people better give me thanks.
Disclaimer: Nope. My mind is my possession.
Song: Rain, Hollywood Undead
Onward!
Chester sat back in the bed of the infirmary letting their conversation playback in his head like a record. Donnie smiled before walking out of the room and closing the door on his way out. He sighed before standing up out of the bed. He wasn't going to let this hold him down.
Chester weakly stood on his legs, almost feeling as he would crumble to the ground if he let any sort of strength leave his legs. Chester put a hand on the wall to give him some balance, and walked toward the door. He twisted the door knob, and pulled the door open. He looked around.
Everything was just as it always was. Mikey and Raph were arguing over something, loud noises could be heard from inside of the lab, and the sound of metal clashing metal rang through the lair, its source from the dojo. Mikey stopped bickering with Raph and lifted his head.
"Hey Chester! Feeling any better?" Mikey jumped up from the couch and ran over to Chester. Mikey helped him over to the couch and sat him in between himself and Raph. Chester still felt uncomfortable around Raph. Chester knew that the turtles didn't understand him, or any human for that matter. They only understood the humans who understood them. Like April. But even if he understood them, they would never understand him. Never would they accept him, for his story was too much for them to take in. They wouldn't get it.
"Chester?"
Chester shook his head and turned toward Mikey. Mikey's eye ridges were raised.
"Are you okay...?" Chester looked down for a split second.
No.
He lifted his head and nodded. Mikey glanced over at Raph who simply rolled his eyes and looked back down at his magazine. Chester stood up and looked around for the notepad he wrote on. He spotted it, on the island in the kitchen. He grabbed it and walked back toward Mikey. Mikey's attention was on Chester now, and he watched his every move. Chester scribbled on the notepad.
Can I tell you guys something?
Mikey looked up at Chester after reading it and looked over at Raph whose eyes narrowed. Mikey glared at Raph and nodded his head.
"Do you want to tell everybody, or...?"
Yeah Chester quickly wrote.
Mikey nodded and stood up heading for the dojo first to collect his oldest brother. Leo came out, a look of annoyance on his face.
"What do you want Mikey?" He asked sheathing a sword. Mikey shook his head.
"It's not what I want. Donnie!" Mikey shouted for Don and he came out of his lab.
"Concerning Chester?" Donnie asked. Mikey nodded.
"He wants to tell us something."
They headed over toward the couch and sat down around Chester. He felt uncomfortable with this many people around him. But he needed to tell them. Tell them the truth about him and his story.
Chester wrote on his notepad.
I wanna tell you guys about me. About my story.
Mikey sat on the ground in front of him, ready for whatever it was to come. The others followed suit, as Chester quickly scribbled words down on the notepad, a single tear running down his cheek and landing on the paper.
Flashback (Chester's POV)
I never looked forward to coming home from school when I was younger. I was about 13, or 14 when, when my father beat me. He became an alcoholic when my mother left him when I was about 11 or 12. To be honest I don't really remember. It got worse over the years. He would beat me and abuse me if I wore the wrong colored shirt. Or if I came home a minute late from school. He tried to find any sort of reason to throw a punch at me, and make me bleed. But...one day I just snapped.
I came home from school one day and was greeted with the usual welcoming. A beating. My father pulled my book bag off of my back hit me on top of the head with it. I fell to my knees and looked up at him. He took a drink of whiskey and pulled me up by the front of my shirt. He slammed me against the wall, and poured the whiskey down my throat. It burned and I tried to cough it up.
"Tastes good, now don't it?" His raspy voice said. He took another drink before smashing the glass bottle on my head. I crumbled to the ground, holding my head with both hands. He laughed and gave me a kick to my ribcage. I fell over on my side with a groan.
"You're not giving up on me, are you?" He picked me up by my shirt and punched me in the face several times before pushing me against the wall again. The familiar taste of copper was in my mouth. I had to fight back...I had to...I knew this now. I looked into my father's dark eyes and shoved him back as far as I could. He stumbled back a couple of feet which gave me enough time to run.
"Is Chester trying to run away?"
I ran into the kitchen and looked for something to defend myself with. My father soon came in after me and cornered me in the kitchen. I spotted a knife on the counter and grabbed it. I held it close to my chest, my hands shook as I held it in my hands.
"Come on! Use it." He said. I looked down at the blade of the knife. My father stepped closer to me, I held the knife out toward him.
"Get away from me." I threatened. My father smirked only stepping closer.
"Get away!" He stepped closer and tried to take the knife away. My knuckled turned white from the tight grip I had on the knife. I closed my eyes and I swung my arms around and heard the grunts and groans from my father. I opened my eyes and saw my dad on the ground, with a hole in his chest and blood soaked his shirt. My eyes went wide as I looked at the knife. Blood coated the knife and dripped to the floor. I dropped to my knees and held the knife in front of me. I cried and my hands shook as the sound of sirens rang in the distance.
End of Flashback
Chester gently handed the notepad to Mikey. Mikey held it out so he and his brothers could read it. Mikey dropped the notepad before his brothers could even finish. He looked up at Chester, who was looking down at him. The same expression was on Chester's face as always. The on that made you want to cry. Tears ran down Mikey's cheeks as he wordlessly spoke with Chester through that emotionless stare they shared now and then. After the other's were finished, they simply looked up at him. Raph stood up, and spoke, but that was after he put a hand on Chester's shoulder.
"I'm sorry."
This guy Chester...man...What a terrible past. Get strong, buddy, get strong!
(By the way, I have a picture of Chester on my profile, of anybody wants to check it out, or if they already have)
R&R
