This is a short chapter but for good reason, I am updating another chapter very soon after so no worries. I hope you enjoy! Let the feels and angst consume this chapter!

Trigger Warning: Please, please, please do NOT read this chapter if you are sensitive to very things such as mentions/actions of self harm, cussing or mentions/actions of suicide.

The next few days following only held a silent sense of despair and tension as Mikey kept quite and Raph kept to his room. Every so often Leo and Don would alternate in watching over Mikey and watching t.v. with him but LH was the one that keep track of his health and overall process.

Mikey remained silent mostly as he only kept to his journal and drawing pad, it didn't really worry the others as they just assumed he needed an healthy outlet for all the stress that had come up recently. Unfortunately that was not quite the case this time around.

It wasn't until three days after the Raph incident that LH questioned Mikey about the strange behavior.

"Michelangelo I have noticed you keep to yourself with these books, is there a reason?"

"I dunno." Mikey mumbled looking down at his journal and drawing pad, "guess I just need some peace and this is as close as I can get to it."

LH smiled a bit at this, "so you found an alternative of sorts?"

Mikey shrugged, "I guess you could say that, yea."

"That is very good to hear, I suggest you get some sleep though, tomorrow is your check up since your withdraw symptoms seem to be improving slightly."

Mikey pretended to perk up slightly at this, "that's a relief better get some sleep then. Shouldn't you be getting some sleep to though Leatherhead?"

LH nodded and yawned at this, "I will be sleeping in the living room right outside the lab so if there is an emergency you can call my shell cell Don has made for me and I will be right here to help."

Mikey nodded, "thank you LH."

"No problem my friend, please do get some sleep! Goodnight Michelangelo."

Mikey smiled and waved LH off as he disappeared around the corner of the lab, as soon as he was out of sight Mikeys face dropped and he quickly got his books back out. By now he had half of the composition notebook filled with personal explanations and letters all hand written for everyone he had ever known along with pictures dedicated to his brothers and closer friends.

Mikey quickly got Dons old duffel bag out and stuffed the box of blades and his nunchaku rope inside, he set the note book and drawing pad out on the bed along with his shell cell sitting directly on top of them and stood looking over the now neatly folded empty hospital bed.

It's for them. Mikey shook his head as tears started to form and roll down his anguish filled face. It's all for them. He quietly slipped out of the lab glancing towards the living room to find LH sleeping like a rock.

Goodbye everyone. I'm sorry and I love you.

Mikey then turned and, never looking back, he ran a good twenty minutes turning left and right every so often until he reached his favorite sewage pipe which just so happened to overlook a massive drop off that had long ago been flooded.

This was where Mikey stopped and sank to his knees in a quiet sob. "I can't say I don't deserve this...I had it coming. They never deserved such a failure like me, when I'm gone Splinter will get better, Leo and Don will get well needed rest, Raph will get peace of mind and LH will finally be able to get on with his own life. This has to be the right answer, I can't get better. I just can't."

As Mikey got out the uncut heavy duty rope that he always had used to repair his nunchaku connectors he tied the knot that would seal his fate. He threw the rope over the nearest pipe going just in front of the drop off and secured it. He let the rope dangle and collapsed before the old duffel bag then pulled out the box of blades he had been craving for.

One by one he cut deeper and deeper until he would simply throw the blade into the drop off, by the last blade his arms and wrists were cut up so bad that at this point he was weak and in critical condition. A small puddle of blood now surrounded him as he stood hesitantly and made his way towards the rope and looked out over the drop and to the water just below. At least I am in my favorite place hah...I'll have something to look at.

Mikey grabbed the rope and put it over his head where it fell already fairly snug around his neck. then walked up nearby steps that had been built into the wall for sewage workers to get across the drop off long ago. He looked over the water then stepped out.

"Goodbye."

All that was heard after the sob of a farewell was a crack as he fell.

TBC