The first part of this was written by the very own…..*drum roll* Moonsetta! Many of you have read her amazingly awesome stories. I can't thank her enough for writing this. I recommend reading her stories *hint hint wink wink*

Disclaimer: I don't own ninja turtles. I wish I did

(Leo's POV)It had almost escaped me, that yell of terror and fear and at the worst time, in the worst place. The serene ease of peaceful quiet I normally thrived in I had suddenly found deafening in less than a moment of breath. At night, the images stabbed deep, deep enough to leave wounds on the inside of my body, as I was slowly night, at the darkest moment, there would be a loud snapping sound in my mind and I would awaken to a thinner darkness than the merciless world my mind dumped me in. Raph would be there, thinking up more excuses to cover the mysterious injuries I was receiving while sleeping. Truthfully, I feared falling asleep, not so much for the injuries, although, waking up with broken bones was not easy to explain to the remainder of my had happened though. The horrifying images appeared again, but not during my slumber. We had been in the dojo for our morning training. I had been meditating; unfortunately, it was the only thing the others allowed me to do at that time. I want to pound my own face in for the shame I'm feeling, curled up under the blanket in my dark room. The surrounding shadows too much of a good reminder.I had been sitting there, when I started dreaming, WITHOUT sleeping. The claws appeared, the silver flashed in front of my eyes. I yelled and glanced down to see a large cut down my leg. I ran and now I feel the shame and the fear. They're pounding on the door. "Go away." I sighed.

(This part I wrote on my own)

"Leo, please open the door. We just want to see if you're okay." Don said with worry in his voice. He saw the blood on the meditation mat and was immediately concerned.

"Donny I'm fine. Just go away." I wished Raph was pounding at the door instead. He would understand. I closed my eyes and tried to control my breathing. A triumphant laugh sounded through my ears. A flash of silver was seen again. I bit down on my fist to keep from crying out. I opened my eyes to the comfort of my room. Glancing down, I moaned at the sight of my arm. Three bloody slashes were on it, radiating pain. I put my head against the door, hearing footsteps walking away. My feet stumbled to my bed. I used my other hand to get the first aid kit hidden under my bed.

The next hour was spent bandaging my arm and leg. Stiffly cleaning up the blood was the hardest. The fumes of bleach made my head spin and eyes water painfully. Finally, I decided to just give up and lie down. I struggled to keep my eyes open, afraid to close them. Sometime during my inner battle, sleep overcame me.

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