My Best Friend

Author Sfhlaadmoew

Chapter 8

Someone was tugging on the corner of the blanket. "Leo stop it." The boy mumbled pulling the blanket up around his neck. That was a mistake for as soon as he settled back down the blanket tighten around his neck cutting off his air. The brown green turtle lashed out trying to get who ever it was off him.

There was a thud and his eyes snapped opened. Gasping he looked around in the dark trying to see what had hit the floor. Nothing, there was nothing there. "Leo?" he looked over at the lazy boy, but the leader wasnt there.

Maybe he went to get a drink of water. The purple baring boy told himself as he tried to clam himself down. Closing his eyes, he hoped he could get back to sleep.

"Donatello." A raspy voice whispered by his ear. Jumping Donnie turned and lashed out. Again no one was there.

"Wh…whos there?" Donnie called out "show yourself!"

A shadowy figure appeared before him, it was the thing from the house. The one that had been following him and Leo.

"Who are you?" Donatello demanded tensing for battle.

The figure didnt say anything just moved closer to him, hands out stretched. The turtle tried to move away only to find that he couldnt move. Closing his eyes Donnie called for help, as the hands wrapped around his neck.

A familiar hand covered his mouth and Raphaels harsh voice echoed in his brothers ears.

"Donnie shut up! Youre gonna wake Mikey." Raphael growled as the purpled masked eyes snapped open.

Donnie pulled his brothers' hand off his mouth. "Sorry…"

Raphs gold brown eyes glared down at him, then turned away as the red masked turtle turned his back and headed for the room where their brother was asleep. Donatello watched as Raphael walked up the stairs and growl as he approached the door.

"Its nothing go back to bed!" the emerald boy snapped, pushing the younger boy back into the room as he disappeared into the shadows closing the door.

It was just a dream, just a dream. Donnie repeated over and over in his mind, trying to slow his pounding heart he covered his eyes and took a deep breath. His knee was hurting more than it had earlier maybe he had twisted it in his sleep.

"Donnie?" Leos worried voice whispered from beside him.

The brown eyes turned to the eldest as he tried to stop his voice from shaking. "It was just a night terror is all." His hand gently touching the burse on his neck. Burse? "N…no way…" he whispered.

"What is it?" the other boys eyes foced on the spot where the thick fingers rested on the darken spot.

Donnie took a deep breath and closed his eyes, not wanting to believe any of this could be happing, first Raph got cut then the broken mirror that wasnt broken when Leo came home, the flour and the foot steps and now this? There has to be an expiation for this.

A gentle hand came to rest on his shoulder. "Donatello what happed…in your dream?" Leos clam and gentle voice whispered.

Looking into the eyes of his brother Donnie told him everything, about the blanket being tugged and how the room was empty and the figure, the one from the house. Sitting back the blue clad brother crossed his arms. "I see." Was all he said.

He was glad that Donnie had screamed like that, it gave him a chance to get away from her. Raph shuddered he could still feel the finger nails tracing themselves across his shell, he could still hear the giggling. That smell lingered after he had forced Mikey back into the room.

Mikey mumbled as he rolled onto his stomach his voice very childish. The emerald turtle sat against the door, watching his little brother sleep. He wasnt about to let anyone or anything get into that room and near Mikey. He had to keep him safe.

Rapheals eye lids begin to get heavy as he tried to stay awake only to sacome to sleep. Thats when he heard it, that laughing the same as earlier, it was that little girl again. Why cant she just leave me alone? The boy thought as he shifted trying to ignore the laughing that was getting louder and louder by the second.

The smell of rot was right under his nose as he opened his eyes. She was sitting on his lap looking up at him, her face half rotted and her long hair a mess of knots. Her mouth moved, but no words came out. It looked like she was reciting a nursery rhyme of some sort.

"Go away." He growled as the little girl wrapped her arms tight around him, laying her head on his chest laughing the whole time. What does she want from him?

"Raph…Raph get up." Someone was shaking his shoulders as they called out to him. Slowly the red clad boy opened his eyes to the sight of Mikeys worried face. A face he never wanted to see his brother wear again.

"What?" he growled pushing Mikey away, his arms stinging as he did so.

"Youre bleeding…" the younger boy whispered looking at the floor.

What? Raphael looked down at his arms, sure enough there were little scratches running from his shoulders down to his wrists. Not again, he thought to himself.

To be Continued…