Black voids and sorrow filled tears

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This chapter has been slightly edited, I should proof read more often.

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Donnie's P.O.V

Donnie looked up from the book the he was reading out loud, his shoulder slumped downwards and his hand gripping onto the book 'little red riding hood' went limp as he sighed in sadness. His beautiful brown, doe like eyes swiftly drifted towards the pale green body lying beneath millions of blankets (you know kids and their over exaggerations). Tears flowed from those chocolate pools as he saw that his big brother was still asleep, unresponsive and freezing to the touch. Donnie missed his big brother and feared that he had lost his protector forever, rubbing away his tears Donnie resumed reading his book, hoping that where ever Leonardo's mind was, he could hear and feel the love and comfort form his family. Donnie read, read and read and even read a bit more, it was only until little baby brother Mikey hesitantly opened the door did Donnie stop reading. "Come on bro, its dinner" Mikey said in a quiet whisper and anyone who knew Mikey knew that whenever he is being quiet means he's really upset, but who wouldn't be? Their big brother had crazed breakdown right in front of them all and now was in a death like sleep.

Donnie nodded before placing the book on the bed side table and kissing his big brothers forehead, saying a quiet goodnight before walking past his small, freckled covered, baby brother, who stood there quietly after his brother had left the room and softly closed the door. Mikey's eyes lifted from the floor and slowly shifted so that they were staring at the mountain of blankets. With shaky hands, arms and teary eyes, the little turtle shuffled towards the bed, his arms wrapped around his small frame as he peered over the covers. Thick, warm liquid rushed down the poor boy's face as he was met with his seemingly dead brother, the terrified turtle bravely hugged his icy cold brother in hopes of warming him, even if it was just a small bit. "Come back home big brothder" was the only words that were spoken before the younger boy rushed out of the room only to come back in seconds later, he looked around and gave a frightening glare at all the shadows "I-I'm n-not afraid of you, a-and I-I-I won't l-let you hurt my big brothder" came the shaky but fiery voice of the small 6 year old mutant, before he crawled underneath the cover and curled his body around his protector, brother and best friend.

Writer's P.O.V (YEEEEEAAAAHHH I GET TO HAVE SOME SSCREEEEEEENNN TIME *dance around room before tripping over laundry and falling on face* oooowwwwwww- *pushes body up and puts up an arm, pointing one finger to the ceiling* anyway ON WITH THE STORY, ouch T3T , I'm sorry if this doesn't make sense mostly did this so I could have some sort of a background story)

It had been three long and sorrowful days since Leonardo was last awake and the house and the household members haven't been the same since, to anyone who would've seen the state of the family member's and the condition of the house would've thought it had been years since some any of them cared about themselves, or their life style. Dishes from the last three days were piled up like a mountain, toys, comic books, drawings, books, blocks and blueprints with child drawings littered the floor and couches. Master splinter's fur looked as though he hadn't bothered to brush or clean it, and although he tried his best to be clam for his children but no one and I mean, no one could make the uneasiness, fear and sorrow flee from the air. Master splinter couldn't find the strength to clean up, his son was laying in his bed, still and quiet like always but this time it seemed all too, lifeless, Leonardo had always been the observer of the family, so quiet, always thinking and always worrying about the welfare of their family, hardly ever caring for himself.

When Leo he had been nothing but a small baby he had always squeaked at the giant rat whenever he got too close to his siblings without asking permission first, and when he didn't listen he'd always get a bite on the outstretched hand. Whenever his little brothers would crawl off or play games Leonardo wouldn't be too far behind, walking slowly behind them, picking them up whenever they would lose their grips on the ground and face plant it. Leonardo had been the first to learn to walk and it had been his brothers that made him so determined to learn in the first place, he had hated seeing his baby brothers always getting scraps because one of them would lead the others onto tough concrete that would scrape away their baby soft, green skin or whenever one would misplace their small hands and slip on a piece of cracked concrete, receiving horrid, bloody cuts on their legs, body, arms and even sometime on their heads, so it was only natural for their older brother to want to learn to walk so he could help them. When Leonardo was younger and food was sacred for the newly mutated family, he would be the one to eat less so that his younger brothers, mostly Mikey since he had been the weakest and skinniest, could have his uneaten food.

Now all siblings have a certain bond between one another, especially with their eldest sibling, their bonds are all different but all very important within a family. In Leonardo's family's case, it was the very thing that kept them living in a world full of fear and hiding.

Mikey was always the happy jokester of the family and since he's also the baby of the family Leo felt a lot more protective when it came to Mikey exploring and trying new tricks and pranks, and it's also thanks to Leo that mike actually lived when he was nothing but a babe, believe it or not but Mikey had been picky with his food and liked to eat certain ways as well, he was also the one to get sick the most. Leonardo had been the only one to learn how to get Michelangelo to eat, he took care of him the best when he fell ill and he was the very reason little Michelangelo had survived up until now.

But Leonardo could very well be the thing that kills him.

For three day Michelangelo had not eaten a scrap of food nor did he get the right amount of sleep, normally staying up into the early hours of the morning before going to sleep, only to wake up an hour later. It wouldn't be too long before his body becomes too weak to fend of illness, and it was always Leonardo and Michelangelo that were the most fragile ones out of the four brothers and were the easiest victims, while Raphael and Donatello had always been fast to fend off illness and never took long to get back onto their little green feet, Mikey and Leo would spend weeks and even months in bed over a small common cold. Every night since Leonardo had fallen into his death like sleep, Mikey would crawl into Leonardo's bed after refusing dinner, curl up into his side and fall asleep, crying out for his big brother to wake up and hold him like he always did. But Leonardo didn't, he just continue to sleep, trapped within his own mind.

Donatello's P.O.V

I watched as Mikey skipped out on dinner again and returned to Leo's room, I looked down at my bowl of worms and algae. Pained yells rang through my ears but I ignored them knowing that no one else could hear them and that it was just my mind reminding me of my big brother yelling and screaming, my mind had fro three whole days repeat Leo's screams over and over, like a broken record. Why had Leo been apologising so much that day, why had he looked disappointed and sad, he had looked so alone, lost and afraid. I remember the feeling that I got that day, how I wanted nothing more than to hug him, shush him to sleep, rub his back and protect him from whatever it was that made him react like that. But all I did was sit there and watched as he cried and screamed out nonsense until he had fallen down, face pale, eyes rolled back. I thought he had died, the screams haunted me, and they followed me everywhere and were tearing me apart, no matter how quiet it was to everyone else, it was constant noise for me.

I silently ate my food, washed my bowl with fathers help, went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, before snuggling in my bed, screams echoed in my bed room as I tried to sleep and block them out.

But they wouldn't leave.

Raphael's P.O.V (this takes place back to when Donnie's P.O.V was happening)

I slumped down into my chair at the dinner table and began eating my wormy mush that was dinner, I watched as Donnie came out of Leo's room and silently fell into his seat. A burning pain flared in my chest as I saw Donnie's expression get worse and worse. As he ate I noticed multiple times that he wound wince and place his hands over his ears (invisible ears?) I knew something was up, already lost one brother I'm not going to lose anymore. I finished my dinner and cleaned up before Donatello had even gotten half way through his meal, but at least he's eating, another thing I was going to have to fix. I went ahead and brushed my teeth and lay in my bed, waiting for the right moment to strike, not like I could sleep even if I wanted too.

Leonardo's P.O.V ( HA you didn't see that one coming did ya….or did you?)

It was cold and dark, I was alone in a void of nothingness, my body just floated through the dark place, the air felt sticky and thick, making it hard to breath, I was freezing but my whole body was sweating. My eyelids lay half lidded, begging me to close them all the way and rest but I was afraid of never awaking. My mouth was dry, body weak and tired; I continually trembled as I floated, alone. Just before waking up in this horrid place, I remember seeing my brothers looking at me with teary eyes, snotty faces as they helplessly clung to one another, begging me to not leave them, did father throw me away, is that why I'm here, is this the place for broken toys and tools. Maybe I should just close my eyes and sleep, I'm no longer needed so I should respect my family's wishes and just disappear. My eyes lowered dangerously close to my bottom lids, just before I fell asleep and disappeared from this world, a thought and image rushed through my head causing my eyes to flash all the way open. I remember before leaving, my brothers had pleaded that I don't go, that I don't leave them, I could hear it even though I wasn't sure if they had actually spoken.

Maybe father was wrong, maybe my brother's still needed me which means I shouldn't allow myself to disappear, even though I so wanted to fall asleep and play within my dreams, I knew that my brothers might still want and need me, so I'll wait patiently, cause that's what big brothers do, they dismiss what they want to do and instead do whatever they can to make their siblings happy, don't they. I smiled to myself and forced my eye lids to stay open, I would wait, I might be broken but all things broken can be reused for something else right, I curled up into a tight ball, my long tail tucked up between my legs as my arms wrapped around them and my head lowered until it laid on top of my knees. Tears fell down my green skin as I floated in the endless void, my chest tightened as my mind played games on my by creating scary images but I refused to close my eyes, my trembling got worse as I felt the cold, thick air get thicker and colder, nearly icy cold now, my short hollowed breaths came out in white puffs, despite all the frightening things surrounding me, the white puffs made me feel calmer, safer even, maybe because I knew I could still breath or maybe because I've always like snow, and seeing these puffs of whiteness reminded me of the beautiful creation that mother nature had given us. I sighed and continued to think, there was nothing else I could do but think and think and think even more.

But thinking can cause people to go into the darkest of place, especially if their alone.

Master splinter's P.O.V (I cannot do parents I have found out, it's so bloody hard trying to write parents and adults)

I sighed miserably as I watched my youngest run off to his sleeping brother, I didn't like the idea of my baby boy not eating, but every time Michelangelo tried, he'd end up throwing up and losing more then what he originally had within his stomach. My poor, poor baby boy.

My mind wandered to my eldest son, clear liquid began to blind my vision, not wanting my son Raphael, who was the last at the table, to see me in my depressed state, I left the kitchen and headed for my own room. Once I was safely tucked away from the eyes of my sons the tears began to flow like a rushing river wetting my furry face, my throat clenched and my body became jerky as I sobbed quietly. My little Leonardo, my little angel was in a coma of some sorts, Leo had gotten to cold an so his body shut down like it would've done in winter, I knew that my son was hibernating but it wasn't winter, and that's what worried me the most. What had caused my son to break down like that, what had my don been hiding from us, from me? A chilling shiver ran down my spine as a thought erupted within my mind, had I failed to be a loving father to my sweet Leonardo, had I left him feeling so alone that he began to not bother with looking after himself.

I had noticed the fact that he'd gotten thinner but I had written it off as fat losing and muscle building, I had also noticed that Leonardo he had become more absent minded and forgetful, he definitely looked sleep deprived now that I think about it. My heart tightened, my throat became dry as I realized how much of a horrid father I was, I never even asked Leo if he was feeling ok, I never gave him a break in training always pushing and pushing him until finally, he broke. It was my fault that Leonardo had sunk this low, my irritated eyes begged me to close them but I knew I would have that dream again, no not a dream, a memory, the memory. I stood up to go and attempt at cleaning our home, only to have my body crumble in on itself. My tail weakly twitched before curling around my body, my eyes lowered and my breathing became calm and steady, but even though my body looked relax (and greasy from the lack of cleaning) my mind became troubled as memory and dreams clashed and collided with one another, turning my dreams into horrific, nightmarish battlefield.

Raphael's P.O.V

I blinked tiredly as I moved my head so I could see the time on my digital clock, seeing that it was 10:56pm I realized that I had been laying on my bed daydreaming for about two and half hours. I sighed heavily through my nose as I rolled off of my bed, my muscles giving out a loud POP as I my body got out of the stiff board position that I had been in for ages. I shuffled towards my way to my younger brother's room, my body slumped and my eyes half opened. My body ache and my eyes felt dry from not being able to rest and walking seemed to only make it all worse, but I didn't care, my younger brother's needed their big bro but I'll just have to fill in for the time being.

Once I arrived at Donnie's bedroom door I made sure that my posture was correct, my eyes were opened normally and I made sure that I looked calm, even though I wasn't. Why did I have to play big brother now, that was Leo's job, he was the protector, the carer, the helper. I was the fighter, the muscle, I wasn't meant to help my brother by caring so openly. I shook my head and cleared my thoughts before walking quietly into Donatello's room, only to see my younger brother curled up in a tight ball, hands clutching at his head and eyes leaking thick liquid. I rushed to my brother's bed side and shook him harshly until he woke up, big brown, doe like eyes look up at me with a silent plea, I didn't what to do. "M-make them s-s-stop Raphie, p-pleasssss-ssse" Donnie chocked out as he gripped my arm with a tight hold, "make what stop Don? I asked quietly, hoping that my voice had the soothing tone that Leo could always carry out. "M-make t-tt-the sss-ssscreaming s-stop, please" screaming? I listened hard but couldn't hear any screaming, I shook my head. "who's screaming Donnie" I decided to pretend to believe him, I wanted to help him of course but I couldn't if he lied to me, "L-l-Leo'ssss s-still s-sc-scr-screaming, he hasn't stop" that made my eyes pop wide open and my throat clench as my mind reminded me of that horrid, blood freezing, agonizing scream that had erupted from within my brothers throat only three days ago. I stared at my younger brother with sadness, not knowing what to do, angry tears welled up in my eyes but I wouldn't let them fall. I sat on Donnie's bed and scooted closer and I pulled my younger bro into me, his smaller body curled into a sobbing ball. I patted his shell and hummed a lullaby Leo would sing to us on rainy nights or when life was getting tough, sometimes he'd sing it if we were sick, but that was hardly ever because he always made sure we wouldn't get sick. I didn't know the words so I just hummed the song, fortunately it seemed to be helping Donnie, I chuckled in my thoughts 'even when you're not here big bro, you still manage to keep us happy and safe' tears began to flow down my face as I bit back a sob 'why aren't you here, I can't do your job, Donnie and Mikey need you. I need you big brother, so please just wake up, yell at me, get all bossy, or even just be that quiet observer that you always are, I don't care I just want you back, I need you back big brother. Please wake up soon, I miss you'

Writers P.O.V

Raphael and Donatello sat in silence (yes Donnie did not hear anymore screams, only the lullaby) tears falling down the green cheeks. Poor babies, if only they knew what was to come.

I'M DONE. I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE. -_- This is the longest chappie I have done for this story, I could've and would've updated sooner but I was all like *NOPE, DIS NEEEEEEEEDS TO BE LONGER, I hope this will satisfy you guys for while*. I must apologise however, my internet is being a F*CKTARD and keeps failing on me, so uploads may not go up as fast as I'm planning if it keeps doing this, not only that BUT school has just started T^T so even less time writing. And I have very sad news, I am going blind….dead serious, I'm Bloody 14 and am going blind, BUT! I may be able to slow this progress by not going on my computer and iPhone anymore, so yeah, more bad news

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