In response to a guest's comment:
Yeah. I probably should make the chapters longer. Tried to make this one a little bit longer.
By about 200 words.
Woah.
Raph always angered Mikey. The death of Donnie just made it that much harder to hide that anger.
But he shouldn't have taken away his sight. He was starting to regret.
But, no. Raph loves Donnie more than Mikey's eyes. So Mikey took away his eyes. He thought it would be better. It wasn't. The pain was one thing. The darkness also scared him. He hated being so helpless.
It wasn't better. But the face Raph made before his eyes disappeared was worth it.
Worth all of it.
Distantly he could hear Raph screaming for Leo.
"Leo!" Raph screamed.
Too late, Raph. All gone. It's all gone. Leo can't fix it. Splinter can't. No one can.
Mikey smiled, a wide, toothy smile.
Yes. Worth it.
He heard running footsteps. Probably Leo.
"Raph, stop screaming!" Leo exclaimed, "What's wrong?"
So… Leo didn't notice Donnie or me. Sad.
"D-Donnie," Raph stammered, tears in his voice, "M-Mikey."
He heard Leo take a sharp breath.
"Donnie?" Leo whispered, "No… Donnie!"
"M-Mikey." Raph muttered.
Mikey heard Leo sob.
"H… help Mikey…"
"What's wrong with Mikey that could be worse than Donnie?" Leo exclaimed.
"His… eyes."
"Oh my god… Mikey!"
Mikey felt someone wrap warm hands around him. It soothed him a bit. Before, when he was unbroken, it would have felt nice. Now it just felt… empty. The hug didn't have any emotion, any feeling.
"What the shell, Mikey?" Leo yelled, "Mikey! What the shell?"
Why is he talking about my shell?
Mikey grinned like he was crazy, "Do you care about my shell more than Donnie?"
"No," Leo moaned, "No, Mike. It's just a term."
He thinks a term is better than Donnie?
"So," Mikey frowned, "A term is better than Donnie?"
"No!" Leo cried, "No! Donnie is worse than everything! When he's dead, he's the worst thing in the world!"
"That's it." Raph spoke suddenly, stopping their argument.
Mikey heard his brother sit up. He heard Raph's sais coming out of their pockets. Leo's breathing quickened.
"Raph!" Leo screamed, fear in his voice, "No!"
For a moment Mikey didn't hear anything. Nothing. No breathing. Not even his.
Am I breathing?
But then he heard the thump of a body hitting the ground.
That was when he realized that because of Donnie, their family was falling apart. Piece by piece, they were dropping.
One.
By.
One.
He was no longer the bright one. He was the broken one. No one could change that.
Somehow he knew that he was the first one to drop after Donnie died.
Leo fell to the ground, sobbing.
How can he feel sad? I don't feel sad. Raph always teases me.
"No," Leo croaked, "Raph. No."
"Why do you feel sad with Raph gone?" Mikey asked, frowning.
"He's our brother!" Leo exclaimed, furious, "He loved us, even though he never showed it!"
A spark of feeling. Something. Grief? What was grief?
Mikey smiled to himself.
And somewhere deep, deep inside him, his mind snapped.
Crack.