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-19 September-
The weak light from the lamp on the bar was the only thing he could see from inside his shut eyes. Neither did he want to open them because of the pain running through his head, caused by a bad hangover. He felt the smell of alcohol as he breathed out. He rested his head in his arms on the bar as a familiar voice made its way to his absent mind. He stirred a bit.
"C'mon Raph, you've been spending all night in here, isn't it time to go home?" the bartender was a young man, very friendly and always trying not to give his friend too much to drink, but with no success. Raph had come here often, almost everyday. He used to talk to the bartender since there was no one else who really cared to talk to a stranger like himself. It had almost became his home, he spent most of his time in an old abandoned factory down the street. Even if he was a stubborn lone wolf he really started to miss the sounds of people talking, or even the sounds of police cars and people screaming in the middle of the night. But now, whenever he was alone in his new "home" he felt something, he didn't know what, but it didn't feel good at all. He'd been thinking about his brothers a lot since he left the sewers 16 years ago, but the memories and everything started to fade away as everyday passed by. He opened his eyes and looked around him. A few people sat at the tables in the room, drinking and talking. Everyone seemed so happy, they all had someone who cared for them. He went his head back to the bar as the young man put some glasses back in the cupboards. Raph gave a grunt.
"For how long have I been here, Ark?" he asked the man who turned around with his usual calm look on his face. Raph could feel his head aching even more for every word he spoke.
"Since yesterday...You were really drunk, I haven't seen you like this before, is everything okay?" he looked worried as he tried to look Raph in the eyes, but they were hidden behind a worn brown hat. He didn't answer Ark but gave one more grunt, before trying to sit up comfortably.
"Is things ever okay?" he muttered as he looked over to an overturned glass next to his right arm. Ark went back to clean the cupboard as the turtle picked the glass up. He examined it for a while, not knowing why. He actually didn't know the reason to anything he did anymore. He peered into the dirty glass then slamming it onto the bar. Ark jumped and turned around.
"Hey, be careful with that, I've already lost a couple of glasses because of you", Raph felt the anger grow inside of him, but he forced it back.
Ark had been the only one who cared for him, the only one he'd talked to in all these years. He sighed and held his aching head as he closed his eyes. He then grabbed the glass and shoved it over to the edge of the bar.
"I want another drink, the usual..." he slurred as he tried to focus his eyes on the man. Ark took the glass and put it away.
"You've had enough Raph, You shouldn't waste your time here", he sounded like he almost felt a little sad for his friend. "Don't you have any family to go to?" Raph swallowed. It hurt to every time he was reminded of his so called family. He hadn't been talking to Ark about it, why should he? There was none of his business. Some nights, but mostly the first weeks after he'd left the sewers he'd had to cry himself to sleep, he had feelings, he was sensitive too, even if no one thought he would. But later on he had been having nightmares about Splinter's death and everything that was connected to old bad memories. He looked around the room once more before jumping down from the barstool. Ark was surprised when Raph didn't argue with him about whether he should have another drink or not.
"You know....You're right. Maybe I should stop drinking, start a new life....and well, work things out." he walked over the cracking floor. The young man smiled.
"I hope you do, mate", he watched the turtle pull the door open and disappear around a corner.
"Maybe I should", Raph told him self as he walked down the sidewalk in the burning light of the sun. His head hurt more than he thought it would. Bad hangover. "Oh no, not again!" he ran over to a nearby dustbin and leaned over it as he threw up.
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The sun shined in through an open window and let a smell of flowers into the apartment room. This day had turned out a lot better than yesterday. It had been raining and the weather report had warned about using electrical things that day. But now it was warm and nice outside, almost too warm. The room didn't contain much. A couple of pictures on the walls, a chair, a bed, a small table with some unidentified things on top of it, looking like some kind of inventions and a computer was in a corner of the room. Suddenly the only door was pulled open and a turtle walked over the floor with a smile on his green face. His purple bandanna swinging around in the air as he approached to the open window.
He sat down in the chair in front of the computer and began typing on the keyboard. He was tired of being up all night, working on his new project. He didn't really have a real job, but it was always something and he earned a lot of money. Some young guys had started a new corporation trying to sell devices of all kinds. Since that was what Donatello always was working on, he didn't say no to some cash. He hummed to himself as he opened his mail. He did it everyday, just in hope someone had sent him anything, if only a happy Valentines Day card. He hadn't get any mails in months, only from people who he worked for. He rested his head in his left hand as he noticed a mail. His eyes went wide as he saw who had sent it.
"April!" he stammered trying to understand what was happening. "But she haven't been writing in many years." He opened the mail as his heart pounded inside of his chest. The mail said:
"Dear Donatello. I'm sorry you haven't heard of me in a very long time. I've been quite busy lately. Anyway, I received a mail from Leonardo yesterday. Michelangelo left the sewers two days ago and Leo is now trying to find a new place to live, he asked me to contact you, since I have your mail address and he wanted to know if you were okay....He wants to meet you. You'll be hearing of me later if Leo will be in touch.
Your friend April."
Donnie didn't know what to do or what to think. He didn't know if he should laugh or cry. His brother was alive....He'd never expect something like that. Maybe he knew somewhere deep inside of him that Leo was sensible and wouldn't waste his life away. Donnie leaned back into the chair and sighed. April had to be quite old by now, or not old, but, at least forty. How could he be that stupid? What if his two other brothers were dead, because of him. Why did he leave them. He had failed them all. First master Splinter, then their friends and...then his brothers, the ones who meant the most to him.
"It's all my fault", he said in a low voice. He felt terrible, if he didn't get to know if his brothers were okay, he would never forgive himself.
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Well, this is a longer chapter than the last one, as I promised, hehe. Anyway, like I said before, I'll be away for three weeks, (damn vacations) but I'll hurry to do some more chapters when back again. Don't be mad at me, until then, tell me what you think about this chapter.
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-19 September-
The weak light from the lamp on the bar was the only thing he could see from inside his shut eyes. Neither did he want to open them because of the pain running through his head, caused by a bad hangover. He felt the smell of alcohol as he breathed out. He rested his head in his arms on the bar as a familiar voice made its way to his absent mind. He stirred a bit.
"C'mon Raph, you've been spending all night in here, isn't it time to go home?" the bartender was a young man, very friendly and always trying not to give his friend too much to drink, but with no success. Raph had come here often, almost everyday. He used to talk to the bartender since there was no one else who really cared to talk to a stranger like himself. It had almost became his home, he spent most of his time in an old abandoned factory down the street. Even if he was a stubborn lone wolf he really started to miss the sounds of people talking, or even the sounds of police cars and people screaming in the middle of the night. But now, whenever he was alone in his new "home" he felt something, he didn't know what, but it didn't feel good at all. He'd been thinking about his brothers a lot since he left the sewers 16 years ago, but the memories and everything started to fade away as everyday passed by. He opened his eyes and looked around him. A few people sat at the tables in the room, drinking and talking. Everyone seemed so happy, they all had someone who cared for them. He went his head back to the bar as the young man put some glasses back in the cupboards. Raph gave a grunt.
"For how long have I been here, Ark?" he asked the man who turned around with his usual calm look on his face. Raph could feel his head aching even more for every word he spoke.
"Since yesterday...You were really drunk, I haven't seen you like this before, is everything okay?" he looked worried as he tried to look Raph in the eyes, but they were hidden behind a worn brown hat. He didn't answer Ark but gave one more grunt, before trying to sit up comfortably.
"Is things ever okay?" he muttered as he looked over to an overturned glass next to his right arm. Ark went back to clean the cupboard as the turtle picked the glass up. He examined it for a while, not knowing why. He actually didn't know the reason to anything he did anymore. He peered into the dirty glass then slamming it onto the bar. Ark jumped and turned around.
"Hey, be careful with that, I've already lost a couple of glasses because of you", Raph felt the anger grow inside of him, but he forced it back.
Ark had been the only one who cared for him, the only one he'd talked to in all these years. He sighed and held his aching head as he closed his eyes. He then grabbed the glass and shoved it over to the edge of the bar.
"I want another drink, the usual..." he slurred as he tried to focus his eyes on the man. Ark took the glass and put it away.
"You've had enough Raph, You shouldn't waste your time here", he sounded like he almost felt a little sad for his friend. "Don't you have any family to go to?" Raph swallowed. It hurt to every time he was reminded of his so called family. He hadn't been talking to Ark about it, why should he? There was none of his business. Some nights, but mostly the first weeks after he'd left the sewers he'd had to cry himself to sleep, he had feelings, he was sensitive too, even if no one thought he would. But later on he had been having nightmares about Splinter's death and everything that was connected to old bad memories. He looked around the room once more before jumping down from the barstool. Ark was surprised when Raph didn't argue with him about whether he should have another drink or not.
"You know....You're right. Maybe I should stop drinking, start a new life....and well, work things out." he walked over the cracking floor. The young man smiled.
"I hope you do, mate", he watched the turtle pull the door open and disappear around a corner.
"Maybe I should", Raph told him self as he walked down the sidewalk in the burning light of the sun. His head hurt more than he thought it would. Bad hangover. "Oh no, not again!" he ran over to a nearby dustbin and leaned over it as he threw up.
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The sun shined in through an open window and let a smell of flowers into the apartment room. This day had turned out a lot better than yesterday. It had been raining and the weather report had warned about using electrical things that day. But now it was warm and nice outside, almost too warm. The room didn't contain much. A couple of pictures on the walls, a chair, a bed, a small table with some unidentified things on top of it, looking like some kind of inventions and a computer was in a corner of the room. Suddenly the only door was pulled open and a turtle walked over the floor with a smile on his green face. His purple bandanna swinging around in the air as he approached to the open window.
He sat down in the chair in front of the computer and began typing on the keyboard. He was tired of being up all night, working on his new project. He didn't really have a real job, but it was always something and he earned a lot of money. Some young guys had started a new corporation trying to sell devices of all kinds. Since that was what Donatello always was working on, he didn't say no to some cash. He hummed to himself as he opened his mail. He did it everyday, just in hope someone had sent him anything, if only a happy Valentines Day card. He hadn't get any mails in months, only from people who he worked for. He rested his head in his left hand as he noticed a mail. His eyes went wide as he saw who had sent it.
"April!" he stammered trying to understand what was happening. "But she haven't been writing in many years." He opened the mail as his heart pounded inside of his chest. The mail said:
"Dear Donatello. I'm sorry you haven't heard of me in a very long time. I've been quite busy lately. Anyway, I received a mail from Leonardo yesterday. Michelangelo left the sewers two days ago and Leo is now trying to find a new place to live, he asked me to contact you, since I have your mail address and he wanted to know if you were okay....He wants to meet you. You'll be hearing of me later if Leo will be in touch.
Your friend April."
Donnie didn't know what to do or what to think. He didn't know if he should laugh or cry. His brother was alive....He'd never expect something like that. Maybe he knew somewhere deep inside of him that Leo was sensible and wouldn't waste his life away. Donnie leaned back into the chair and sighed. April had to be quite old by now, or not old, but, at least forty. How could he be that stupid? What if his two other brothers were dead, because of him. Why did he leave them. He had failed them all. First master Splinter, then their friends and...then his brothers, the ones who meant the most to him.
"It's all my fault", he said in a low voice. He felt terrible, if he didn't get to know if his brothers were okay, he would never forgive himself.
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Well, this is a longer chapter than the last one, as I promised, hehe. Anyway, like I said before, I'll be away for three weeks, (damn vacations) but I'll hurry to do some more chapters when back again. Don't be mad at me, until then, tell me what you think about this chapter.