Jan 29

We are currently on search for Zack. It's getting closer, two days. I wonder if the rat poisoning has killed him... I hope so. If not I wonder what he'll think about me. I nearly killed him, Nearly... more like eventually. I haven't told Don yet of what I did to myself. He's starting to get suspicious of something I think about my attitude. The poisoning is starting to effect me I noticed. My vision is blurring, my reflexes are nearly all shot, and I'm so far behind from my brothers right now that they have to know something isn't right along with the fact that I'm breathing as if I was just nearly drowned or something!

Though somehow I'm cognitive enough to write and run... How screwed up can I be right now? Stupid screwed up turtle, I am, huh.

Or as Yoda would say to me, "Messed up you are, I know." I think for my final hours I'll try to hang out with my friends and Family. Bob, again, make sure all I tell you is safe until I'm actually dead.

Michelangelo

Jan 30

Tomorrow is the beg day. Tomorrow I have to see if Zack's alive. The only problem is, I'm barely abre to move, I'm stuck in my bed with my door locked, and I'm actually vomiting blood now. I can't move, talk, or even get up to get a new bag anymore.

I'm so tired. I'm going to die I know this now. Could the reason why I'm still alive after how long I've eaten the poison be due to the fact I'm a mutant? I really need to... God why am I a sucker for punishment, Bob?

Michelangelo

ps. One of my brother's just walked past my bed room... again... I think they're worried... Maybe I should leave them a note telling them what happened and what I did to myself?

Jan 31

I'm practically leaning against the back door of the bar. I'm not so hot like I know I could be, stupid cake... stupid me... I'm still throwing up blood and my skin doesn't look so good... and... there's other problems I don't feel confident about talking about to you Bob... a bit embarrassing I'd say. I'm dying and it isn't with my family by my side telling me everything would be okay and that Donnie would miraculously find a cure and then I'd be eating Ice Cream, hugging my family, crying with my family... I mean... come on! This isn't how your suppose to spend your last few hours! LAST FEW MINUTES!

I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Bob, I don't want to die!

Michelangelo