Hey how's it hanging c: Alright so last chapter was pretty short! I am hoping this will make up for it!
Also the Asylum was made up as a part of my story, but there is one in Buffalo NY that's pretty terrifying. If you're interested in seeing some pictures look up
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Enjoy c:
3 weeks since freed from captivity
The way they move is art. It reminds me of dancing how their bodies melt into rhythmic movements, it's so fluid and smooth. Who knew fighting could be beautiful?
They are ninjas. They tell me I am one too but I don't think I can do what they do, not with so much grace and agility. They are doing something called 'Katas'. I observe the three closely, trying to find something to trigger my memory. I get nothing.
They told me a lot about Ninjtsu but none of it clicked. Red forced me to fight once and I figured it was luck that I survived but it must have been more then that.
I sit by the rat, Splinter. He tells me he's my father and that's a rather big declaration. Still, something about him is comforting and strong, it pulls me in. I feel safe around him.
I watch Leo. He practices with such intensity and grace it's hard not to look. He draws out his swords; I'm told are called Katanas. At first he's slow and almost respectful of the weapons. Then as he begins to move, his body sways with the Katana as it twists around his body and slices through the air. He freezes every so often holding one position a second longer before moving again, first his weapon and then his body. His speed blurs the movements together so all I see is the metallic glint of every attack.
I glare at the Katana; it looks so similar to the swords I used. If I look closely enough I swear I can still see it glittering red with blood.
Blood, It pools around my toes. I stare at the young face, his brown eyes are glossy and pale from death. A strange feeling twists my stomach and I think I'm going to hurl. This feels so wrong. I feel so wrong. But I can't stop, I can't disobey.
"Good, Pet." Red's voice hisses in my ear. I turn and kneel down before him. I stare at the ground and lay the sword flat against my palms. I hold it out for him to take, the blood already staining my hand.
"Very good."
Another flash of metal brought me back to reality. My head is heavy and I can't breathe momentarily. I cringe visibly, that really happened didn't it?
I try to shake away the dreadful emptiness inside. How could I have done it? How could I have been so manipulated? I don't remember who I am or the entirety of the past nineteen years of my life, but I remember every single person I killed. I remember every man who looked up at me, terrified and pleading before I ended their lives.
Murderer.
My breath slams back into me and it's to much. I hitch and turn away from the others. I feel Splinter's instant gaze.
"My son, what is the matter?" He leans closer to me and puts a soft hand on my shell.
My Son? I almost scoff; it's said with such endearment. I don't deserve it. If only he knew what I have done.
I try to avert my eyes and keep them glued to the floor.
"I.." The word slips from my mouth and I cautiously glance at him. "I can't…" there's more to say but nothing comes out. A ball of remorse is stuck in my throat.
Murderer.
He tilts his head and glances at the three turtles training before turning his attention back to me. His dark eyes envelope me as if he can see straight through. I twitch uncomfortably, did I mention he's a bit intimidating too?
He makes a deep humming noise and stands up. "I could use a warm cup of tea, would you care to join me?"
Why do I feel like I don't have a choice? I look at him, he's rather short even when I'm sitting. He is not asking but requesting. I nod dutifully and pick up my crutches. I struggle to get out of the chair and Splinter leans forwards to help. I let him, I don't know how to reject his help. He isn't like the others, I can't pull away like I do with them.
As we walk out of the room, Leo notices and stops training. The tips of his Katanas' brush against the ground.
"Master Splinter? Is something wrong?" He asks obviously worried. Donnie and Raph both stop and turn to us as well.
"Everything is fine Leonardo. Continue, while I accompany your brother."
Leo's jaw clenches and I can tell he doesn't fully believe that. However, he doesn't express it and instead bows gracefully and resumes his training. I blink at the curious movement.
It's strange how he bowed.
I look at Splinter, he is their master yet he isn't anything like Red, he isn't harsh or cruel. The way they bow to him is different. When I bowed to Red it was never like that, not with respect but submission. I don't understand, how does Splinter wield this authority over them without breaking them? It is obvious they love him and he loves them in return. That isn't how it's supposed to go. Its master and servant, nothing else.
I push my thoughts away and slowly struggle behind Splinter. It's pathetic how I trudge along like this, it reminds me how weak I am.
Splinter leads me to area designated as the kitchen and helps me into another chair at the small table. When I eventually sit down my breathing is heavy from exertion, just moving from one room to another is painful and tiring. I look down at my throbbing leg, I hate this.
Splinter moves towards a kettle and starts brewing tea. It's silent while he does it, neither of us have anything to say.
After minutes, he puts a warm glass in front of me. The steam brushes against my cheeks and I glare down at the lightly brown liquid. I don't want to drink it; I'm not sure what it is exactly. Whenever the colors gave me something to drink it was rarely a good thing.
When I look up, Splinter is sitting across from me with his own cup of tea in both hands.
"Drink, it will help the pain." He nods his head towards my glass. I don't move, I just stare at his long stern face and try to read him and his intentions. He sets his cup down gently and tilts his head; one ear slightly peaking over the other.
"You do not trust me, do you." It's a statement, not a question. His voice is strong and unyielding. I drop my eyes and start playing with the bandages on my wrist, pretending I'm not interested in this conversation.
"You do not trust your brothers either." He continues.
I remain silent. No, I don't trust any of them. But what does he expect? I don't even trust my own mind. He shouldn't take it personal.
"You do not have to speak for me to know how you feel." He pauses, his eyes seem sad for me, sad but not pitying. "You are not broken, Michelangelo."
I flinch at his words as they descend into my skin. He can't know that. He doesn't know what happened. I am broken, I am. Look at me; I am a pathetic excuse for a living creature. I lost everything, even my mind.
"Michelangelo is still here, he is sitting right in front of me. I can feel his spirit locked deep inside, caged by your own mind. Your brothers believe your loss of identity is because of your captors but perhaps that's not enterilty true." He pauses and takes a sip of tea, "perhaps you hid yourself from them so they could no longer hurt you, it was a defensive mechanism."
Why would I do that? Why would I lose everything on purpose? Isn't that more painful?
"You are here and you can come home but you cannot do this on your own. You must let your brothers help you."
I frown deeply at his advice. Letting others help is hard, it makes me feel so, weak. It makes me vaulnerable, leaving perfect opportunity for more pain.
"They cannot help you until you trust them."
It grows quiet again and he takes another sip of his tea, I let his words sink in. Maybe he's right, maybe he isn't. I take a deep breath and look up at Splinter. His expression hasn't changed but his shoulders are tense.
You are not broken.
I am broken, but I don't want to be anymore.
I don't fully trust them but I'm getting there and maybe that's good enough; maybe I need a leap of faith. I need them. I need them to help me figure this out. Can I trust them? I don't know. What I do know is that they are my only chance, the only way I will be free of the demons the colors left to fester inside.
It's not going to be easy on both ends but I need them.
You are not broken.
I reach out with shaky fingers and grab my cup. He did say this would help the pain. So, I put it to my lips and drink.
(Raph)
"Leo, have you seen Donnie?" I ask. There is no
response. I look closely at him and his eyes are wide and glossed over from thought. Great this again.
"Leo." I call a bit louder but I still get nothing. I roll my eyes and knock on the top of his head. He instinctively jumps and puts a hand to the side of his head.
"Earth to Leo? Mind coming back down from on high?" I growl.
He looks at me, surprised that I was standing there.
"What?" He croaks.
"I asked if you've seen Donnie." I huff.
"Oh, yeah I've seen him." He mumbles, his mind already elsewhere.
"And?" I exaggerate with my hands and bite down on my irritation. He glances at me, slightly annoyed that I'm interrupting him.
"I told him to get some rest, he's exhausted." He explains.
Oh.
I frown as Leo goes back to his daydream. Oh for the love of god! That's it.
"Hey!" I grab his shoulders. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I snap.
"Excuse me?" He squints his eyes like he has no idea what I'm talking about. Oh don't play dumb with me big brother.
"I swear, it's like you manged to lose the other half of your brain or something. What has you so out of it?"
"I'm thinking."
"Thinking for who? The entire world?"
A strange emotion flashes across his face and it jolts me. Is that a little bit of guilt I sense? I can see the wheels in his head turning as he rubs a hand on his cheek. Uh oh, something happened.
"If I tell you, will you promise not to get mad?"
Oh geeze. What dumbass thing did he do? Yeah right, like I'm not going to be mad. Still I nod my head yes and he takes a deep breath.
"Yesterday I went back to the asylum and I—"
"You WHAT?" I explode and unfold my arms. Leo holds his hands up in surrender.
"Okay wait before you get angry I–"
I punch him hard in the shoulder. He flinches and glares, I ignore it.
"You went alone!?"
"Yes but I was perfectly safe, no one was even there." He claims and shoves his hands on his hips defensively.
I huff at him, "Yeah well there could have been."
"Would you calm down? I bet you would have done the same thing." He protests and looks as annoyed as I feel. Well, he isn't wrong but I wouldn't have gone alone.
"Oh please! If this situation were reversed you know you would be screamin' till my brains melted."
"I—" He stops and thinks about it, "fair point." He admits.
I shake my head angrily and pace away from him. He just watches me with a scowl.
"Why didn't you tell us? We would have gone with you." I say as I face him again.
Leo shrugged his shoulders sheepishly and muttered, "I know, that's why I didn't say anything."
"You didn't want us to come? What? You think we can't handle it?" I ask angrily and offended. God I shouldn't have listened to Donnie.
"Well, for one you still have a concussion." He declares, acting a bit superior.
"I'm fine, thanks for asking first though." I snap bitterly. Well I'm sort of fine. I still have headaches at times, especially when I push myself too hard. For the most part I'm okay, no more dizziness and no more sensitivity. Leo gives me a skeptical look.
"Well it's not just you, I'm a little worried about Donnie." He declares softly. My annoyance simmers almost immediately. Okay, fine, I understand that at least. I shrug.
"Eh, you know Donnie, he'll snap out of it." I try to assure him but I don't think I even believe that. I've never seen Don this like this before and I'm not sure what to make of it. He's never been terrible with handling emotions and he has a tendency to push them away when has to, but this is getting extreme. It's obvious how upset he is and yet he refuses to deal with it.
"He's sad when he thinks we aren't looking." Leo mutters, "and when we are looking it's like he's not even there anymore."
I take a deep breath.
"Well, he's still going to be annoyed that you went." I point out.
"I know."
It gets quiet as we both dwell on our genius brother.
"Did you find anything useful at least?" I finally ask curiously. He must have found something or else he wouldn't have brought this up. He shrugs.
"I didn't stay long. The Asylum is bigger than it looks, and creepier."
I smirk, "Was the great, Oh fearless one, afraid?" I simply couldn't help myself. He ignores my comment.
"Most of the rooms were locked but I think I found how they uh, conditioned, Mikey."
Interesting.
"So what you're saying is that it was a successful mission?" I ask. He cautiously gazes at me, he knows what I'm getting at.
"I'm not saying anything." He squints his eyes.
I smile, "You know what? We've been cooped up in here for a while. I think it's time for a field trip."
"Raph." Leo warns sternly.
"Come on Leo don't be dense. We can explore more of the place with all three of us. Besides, Mikey isn't talking and I don't know if he will anytime soon. This is our best chance to figure out what exactly happened to him."
He sighs. "I know you're right. I just have a bad feeling."
I smile softly and pat his shoulder. "Don't worry so much about us Mother Hen, we'll be fine."
(Donnie)
It's been hours and I still haven't been able to fall asleep.
I slowly open my eyes, declaring hopelessness. It's painful how exhausted I am. Leo ordered me to get some rest but it isn't that easy. I'm not avoiding sleep, it's avoiding me.
My thoughts just won't stop racing.
I don't get it. I look at Leo and Raph and both seem to be recovering nicely and more to the point, swiftly. I don't understand my problem. This isn't like me. I'm usually the one who can keep it under control. I'm usually the one who bounces back. I mean it's been three weeks and I don't feel any better. I feel worse.
I'm trying so hard to keep it together, I'm trying to be steady.
I push up from my bed and look at the clock. It's midnight and I haven't had an ounce of sleep despite being sent to bed hours ago. Every time I close my eyes I can't help but think, what if something happens to Mikey? What if I wake up and he's gone again?
I stand up and move into the Lair. From the balcony I can see Mikey sitting on the couches and sigh. I asked if he could keep his moving to a minimum but now that he has crutches to help him, he disregards me competely.
He's sitting straight up while his leg rests on a chair. His crutches lays beside him. He isn't doing anything; he's just staring into the darkness. Why is he awake?
I jump down and walk towards him. He seems frozen, perhaps stuck in a daze. I clear my throat, "Mikey? What are you doing up?"
He flinches, I feel bad for startling him. Once he realizes it's me, his eyes change from fear to suspicion. His body is tense, he still doesn't trust me.
I move slowly and sit down across from him. My heart pulls deeper into my chest as we stare at each other. I hate the silence. I'd give anything to hear my boisterous brother again. I'm so sick of getting nothing from him, it hurts so much.
"Mikey, I know you don't want to talk about what happened and I understand that, but it would be beneficial for us to know anything you can remember and…" he blinks and his face remains blank, "and…"
I let out a small sigh, why do I bother? I am always greeted with cold silence. I hate this so much; I just want my brother back. It's like he's dead in a different way.
He's comfortable around Splinter and he talks to Leo sometimes. Raph keeps his distance and hasn't tried to connect with him, and me? Well I try and try and he just won't open up.
"You used to talk to me all the time you know." I mutter and he tilts his head, curious of the sudden turn in the conversation.
"Sometimes I could never get you to stop." A sad smirk pulls at my mouth. His face scrunches up like he's trying to remember but from the pained expression I know he doesn't.
"We would tease you about how much it annoyed us but we never meant it." I continue.
He blinks a few times. I feel like I'm talking to myself but I guess that's okay. Maybe hearing this outloud will be good, maybe it will make all of this seem like a bad dream.
"I remember one time, well, I got really sick. I was bed ridden for a month and I thought I was going to die. I was in and out of fever and we don't exactly have state of the art medical assistance. It was really scary, for all of us. Leo told me you spent all of your free time with me, just sitting next to me and talking. Even when I wasn't conscious you just kept blabbering on. You were keeping me sane, you see. You were a familiar voice I could come back to."
I remember that Mikey clearly; the one who could talk until his voice strained, the one who would give up all his time for me, the one who would walk through hell for any of us.
"I miss that, I miss you." I whisper and close my eyes. Maybe Raph's right. Maybe he's really lost and there is no way to help him. He won't be the same again; even if he gets better it won't be the same.
God I miss him. It's like mourning the dead. I don't understand why any of this happened.
We have always been threatened by the world. There are many people who want us dead or worse, dissected, but I never thought it would actually happen. I know it's irrational to think like that. Considering all the fights we have been in, statistically one of us should be dead by now. But we aren't, we beat the odds all the time. So I ignored the possibility of actually losing one of my brothers and it blindsided me. I was so naive.
"I'm sorry." He croaks. I snap my eyes open, a bit taken aback. Sorry? For what? I try to form words but nothing comes out. I clear my throat and shake my head.
"It's not your fault." I eventually whisper.
He looks down and starts picking at the bandages covering his forearm and hiding the cuts.
"They didn't want me to talk." He says. It shocks me but I don't say anything. I don't dare break the moment.
"Sometimes I did anyways and got punished for it." He pauses for a moment, still toying at the bandages. "With Red I only spoke when I was ordered to." His voice is blank and mechanical. He shows little emotion behind his words. "And with Blue I couldn't talk at all; even when asked a question. So I didn't."
I wait for more but he doesn't say anything else. He turns his head away, looking somewhat unsure of himself. I wait for a couple minutes before I sallow hard. There's one color he left out.
"And with Purple?" I ask. Mikey gives me an enigmatic look like the answer is obvious. His face is cold and it sends a shiver up my spin.
"I was too busy screaming."
(Leo)
It's warmer tonight. The last breaths of autumn are still clawing against the oncoming winter. We stand in front of the Asylum, the large doors looming over us. I put my hand on the door and look behind me.
"Are you sure you're okay with this Donnie?" I ask.
"Yes Leo, I'm fine."
I cringe a little; I've already aksked but I can't help it, I know he isn't fine. He doesn't even look rested. I glance over at Raph and he shrugs. I shake away my concern as best I can and push hard on the heavy doors. I keep my eyes forward and walk past the entertance and into the main corridor. We stop when the halls split into three ways like a T.
"We should split up." Donnie says. I glance over and open my mouth to disagree. I dislike the idea of us being alone in here, call me hypocritical. I trust my brothers but I don't trust this place, not one bit.
"We will cover more ground that way." He reasons before I can respond. Then he reaches into his bag and pulls out headsets and flashlights.
Raph huffs with amusement and smirks. "Alright Mary Poppins, what else you got in the bag?"
Donnie almost smiles at that, a ghost smile. Raph turns and goes down the right hallway and I pick the one to the left. I stop to glance over my shoulder; Donnie is still standing there, looking straight ahead. My stomach turns, this is a bad idea. I shouldn't have said anything to either of them. I definitely shouldn't have let Raph talk me into this.
He steps forwards and disappears down the front corridor. Come on Leo, he will be fine. I turn around and continue along.
Like before, most of the doors are still shut. As I walk down the hall I try to keep my senses open to the creaks around me. I feel like I'm being hunted by this building, like the walls are watching me. It's an old, abandoned asylum and I wonder when it was shut down. It's coming apart; the walls are cracked and pealing and the roof is starting to cave in.
I get an odd, tingling feeling in my gut and I freeze. I look around but don't see anything unusual. Then I tilt my light to the floor and see a streak of dried blood smeared across the ground. My stomach clenches when I realize it continues like a trail.
I follow the line until it ends at a closed door. I reach for the handle and take a deep breath. I pull on it and to my surprise, it's unlocked. I carefully walk in, a flashlight in one hand and a shurikan in the other.
It's a small, empty room with one light bulb hanging down from the center. I walk up to the bulb and pull on the string. It's not a very bright light, it only illuminates the middle of the room and the corners remain in shadows.
The first thing I notice are that the walls are blue. My mouth suddenly feels dry. When I look down, the line of dried blood stops in the middle and pools into one big stain of red. I squat, Mikey never moved from this spot unless he was entering or leaving. I guess to be more accurate, when he was being dragged. My eyes follow the trail of blood towards the dimly light door again. This doesn't give me many answers, just more questions, but—
"Leo." Raph's voice startles me through the headset and I get to my feet instantly. I push it against my ears to hear him better. "You better get over here quickly." He says.
"What is it? What's wrong?" I ask as icy panic prickles my skin.
"It's Donnie, he—"
I run out of the blue room and down the hall. Damnit. I knew this was a bad idea.
(Raph)
All three of us stand in front of the Asylum doors, glaring at the shithole. My hands tuck in close to my weapons, itching to start tearing the place apart bit by bit.
Leo stands slightly in front of us; he puts a hand on the door and freezes. He hesitantly looks at Don over his shoulder.
"Are you sure you're okay with this Donnie?" He asks. I notice Donnie's mouth twitch but his eyes stay empty.
"Yes Leo, I'm fine." He manages to say without sounding annoyed. I don't know how, if it were me I'd have already slapped him.
I glance at Leo and he's already looking back at me. Neither of us believe him but there is no point in arguing. I shrug my shoulders and Leo pushes the door open. We follow him inside and walk towards the main hallway. To be honest this place gives me the creeps. Seriously these assholes couldn't have picked a spookier hell.
"We should split up." Donnie says, "We will cover more ground that way." He reaches into the bag and pulls out headsets and flashlights.
"Alright Mary Poppins, what else you got in the bag?" I tease. A smile barely perks his lips before I turn away from both of them. I click my flashlight on and pick the hallway to our right. I move down the eerie corridor, silently cursing every step. I hate this place. Truly loathe it.
I run the light over the hallway walls. The paint is peeling away, probably from being ripped down by the many howls. Some graffiti tatter the walls too but it doesn't surprise me. I mean, it is New York.
Every door is shut closed, I try to open them but they all are locked. The room names and numbers beside them have been scratched off viciously.
I can't imagine what happened here, even before Mikey.
I stop at almost every door, turning the handles but none of them budge. I walk up to one and an odd twinge runs up my spine. I slowly reach for the handle and turn it, I hear a click. It's open. I grab one of my Sai out of instinct before pushing it open. My flashlight lands on the walls first, walls painted red. Of-fucking-course. I straighten my shoulders and have to fight my feet to move forwards.
A fire place is tucked into the wall straight in front of me; I kneel down and feel the ashes, I rub them between my fingers. Cold, no fires have been started here in a while. On the ground next to me is a box of matches.
How convenient.
I open the damper and light the match; I hold it against the remaining wood until it catches. The fire explodes into a violent roar and I fall backwards.
I look around the room again now that I have more light and notice a large desk towards the end of the room.
This is not what I was expecting, is this some kind of office? I glance up at the vibrant red walls, the shadow of flames dance across it wildly.
I look at the opposite corner and my heart stops. I see cage, a cage large enough to fit a human, or my brother.
What the hell?! Definitely not an office. Anger boils my blood and I stomp to my feet. I start to move towards the cage before the color of the floor catches my eye. It's also red but not by paint.
Blood. Dried blood.
It splatters all over the place. Not all of this blood could be Mikey's. It can't be. Losing this much would have killed him.
There's so much. I don't think—
A violent, harsh shout is muffled by the walls and I jump. Fear rips across my skin.
That sounded like, Donnie?
I burst out of the room and down the hallway, calling out his name.
(Donnie)
"Are you sure you're okay with this Donnie?" Leo asks me for the hundredth time. I choke down my annoyance.
"Yes Leo, I'm fine." I assuage.
Leo and Raph give each other a strange look and it makes my jaw clench. They have been walking on eggshells around me and I'm getting rather sick of it. I'm not some emotional disaster waiting to happen. My emotions are in control. I can do this. It'd be illogical and vain if my emotions got in the way, I should be focusing on Mikey and how to make him better, not dwelling on myself. I will be fine.
Leo is still unsure of my answer but he pushes on the door anyways and we follow him inside. The entrance actually looks nice and normal. Two twin staircase at the sides lead up towards a second floor and two large doors stand inbetween them, the doors lead into a main corridor and they creak loudly when we open them. We stop as the hallways split off into three ways.
"We should split up." I say breaking the eerie ghosts of silence. Leo glances over at me and I can tell he's about to argue. I cut him off before he can.
"We will cover more ground that way." I reach into my bag and grab headsets and flashlights and give them to Raph and Leo.
"Alright Mary Poppins, what else you got in the bag?" Raph grins as he adjusts his headset. I almost smile at his teasing but it doesn't quite make it. Raph picks the right corridor and Leo goes Left. I watch them slowly disappear into the dark with only their flashlights to leave silhouettes dragging behind them. I look down the long corridor in front of me.
A strange wave of doubt hits me. I don't want to move forwards and I don't know why. I scoff at my silliness.
I will be fine. I am not an emotional disaster waiting to happen. I am not an emotional disaster waiting to happen. I am not...oh enough!
I drag my feet slowly down the passage. I keep repeating it to myself, I can do this. I am in control of my emotions. I can do this for Mikey.
I glance around at the walls. This place must have so much history. If it's anything like how asylums were back then, strange and horrid things would have happened here. Asylums weren't supposed to help the mentally insane, rather just to keep them locked up. Which is why they don't exsist anymore.
I stop when I see a door slightly ajar and light flooding into the hall. All the other ones were locked and dark. I have an odd feeling about this. I stare at it for what feels like forever. My stomach twists as I slowly approach it and push it open.
A rather bright light shines in the middle of the room and a large machine sits in the corner. A table like bed stands underneath the light and there are a bunch of wires on the ground. This must be were electroshock therapy was done on patients.
The walls in this room are purple and I take another deep breath. I move towards the middle table that has brownish red stains on it. It's no doubt Mikey's dried blood.
I turn my head, too afraid to dwell on what exactly happened here. But as I turn, I notice another table huddled in the dark end of the room. I shine my flashlight on it and numerous of tools and weapons glint against the light. Oh god...
I knew it happened, with his injuries it had to, but I didn't want to believe it. I sallow hard.
Torture.
I was too busy screaming
I reluctantly step closer and examine the tools. There's even a few syringes laying around. Every single device sends a shiver down my spine as I comprehend that they tortured him. I think I'm going to throw up. Being here, in the same room Mikey suffered, it makes it all too real.
Oh Mikey…the pain he went through, the fear. They made him afraid.
No, they made him afraid of me.
I look up at the purple walls. They wanted him to feel pain when he saw me. They wanted...they wanted...
I grab a large metal device off the table and throw it as hard I can against the wall. It makes a loud clang before it slams to the ground. I have a strange feeling welling up inside me, I want to hurt them, I want revenge.
An unexpected shout explodes from my chest and I shove over the table. The tools and weapons clatter and fall to the ground. My emotions burst out from my throat. For once my heart is overriding my brain. There's just so much, anger. Is this what it feels like? My heart thunders against my chest, painfully on fire. My mind races with excess amounts of adrenaline and my skin shivers with raw emotion. I fall to my knees and let out a loud wail coming from the bottom of my stomach. Tears fall down my face.
Stop crying, I tell myself but I can't. I bite down, trying to stop this override of rage but it won't stop.
Stop crying. But I can't. What's happening to me?
"Stop crying!" I shout furiously and slam my fist into the ground. All I get in response is a sob escaping through my teeth. I can't control myself. I've lost it.
I'm only adding to the collection of cries that haunt this room.
K well, yeah..
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