**Disclaimer: I do not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. (if only... lol) only the story line is mine. And the other characters and blah yeah.** Um, enjoy, i guess?

Chapter 2:

You know that feeling of thrill you get inside of you when you're falling down quickly, like on a ride at an amusement park? That was what I was feeling like at that moment; only without the amusement, the park, the ride, and the thrill. I jumped off the building on my own accord, and for a split moment I'm pretty sure I regretted it.

I could feel myself falling, but it was almost as if everything was moving in slow motion. It was weird, because I just wanted everything to end already. Unfortunately that clearly wasn't going to happen; because at that same instant, I felt an arm wrap around my waist. We jerked to a stop in the air, and swung towards the wall of the building. I glanced up and noticed the rope that was stopping us from falling together. I looked back down to see how far I was from my destination. Barely even half way there. I wanted to let out a groan of irritation, but relief washed through me instead. I could feel the body pulling us together up onto the roof. I heard him cussing under his breath from time-to-time, and I couldn't tell if they were directed towards me or the situation I had brought him into. When we finally reached the top, my arms and legs refused to respond to my commands, and I quickly fell to the ground as soon as the figure let me down. I felt so stupid and hopeless, like a rag doll.

The figure noticed my sudden lack of energy, so he helped me back up into a sitting position, and leaned me against one of the half-walls on top of the building. At this moment, I couldn't help but worry about those despicable men I had met earlier. What if they're still out there, looking for me? What if they don't give up? What if they somehow find out where I live and get to my brother?! I could feel my anxiety level rising up as I stared at the ground, almost forgetting that the one that saved me was still present. The moon moved out from behind the clouds and my savior's shadow was cast beside my frail body. I stared at it from the corner of my eye, and noticed his figure was... odd. I looked up at him, finally being able to move my body about and slowly gaped at the sight.

His skin color was... peculiar. The lighting outside was terrible, but I still got a good look at him. He had three fingers on each hand, and his arms were quite muscular. His legs were muscular as well, and I noticed he had two toes on each foot. Heck, his whole body was muscular! He wore some protection gear around his elbows and knees, and he had a belt wrapped around his mid section. I saw two weapons sticking out from his belt which, if I remember correctly from my self-defense classes, were SAIS. There was a red mask wrapped around his eyes, and the end of his mask flew around freely with the breeze. I also noticed a shell on his back. I continued to stare at him as he wound up the rope he had used to climb up earlier and shove it into his... shell? It took me a minute to realize that this guy... my SAVIOUR... was a turtle.

He's... a... giant turtle.

I gawked at him, my eyes growing wider. I lifted my right arm to rub my eyes, and looked back at him again. Nope, he was still a turtle. A huge, muscular turtle just saved my life. What the-?

The turtle noticed me staring at him, and he rolled his eyes. I could see he was becoming irritated with my reaction. He shifted a little, almost in discomfort, and he finally crossed his arms; waiting for me to do – or say – something.

"Alrigh'," he whispered as he glared at me, "Hurry up an' scream, tell me ta fuck off, ta leave ya' alone. Call me a freak too, if ya will. I can tell where this is goin'."

I raised my eyebrow, staring at him, "Why?"

I could tell he was surprised, because right after I asked, he unfolded his arms and took a step closer to me. "Ya' don't think I'm weird lookin' or anythin'? That I'm scary?"

I scanned his body again, trying to register his appearance into my brain. The more I stared at him, the more comfortable I grew with his form.

"Well, yeah, I think you're really freaky looking and stuff." Bad choice of words, but I continued on, "But why would I tell you fuck off? You saved my life, and even tried to stop me from killing myself. How can I just call you a freak?"

"Well, ya see... there're some people who do that kinda stuff when they see what I look like. They don' even try ta get to know who I am first, they jus' scream an' run. It pisses me off," this red masked turtle was now sitting beside me on my right, leaning on the same half wall that I was leaning on. His left leg stretched out in front of him while he rested his right arm on his right leg. He wasn't facing my direction, but it didn't need to be. Having him in my presence made me feel a lot better already. With this turtle, I felt a huge sense of security. It was probably because he saved me. "I save 'em, an' what do I get? A thank you? No. They run away screamin'. Whuteva'. I'm used ta it now."

"Wow, I'm sorry to hear that," I whispered sympathetically. I truly felt bad for him. He seemed like a great fellow, yet people just treated him like dirt. I stared back down at my arms, noticing the blood stains that were mixed in with the teal color of my sweater. Welp, these are definitely not coming out. I closed my eyes and thought about this day's events. I guess it was pretty weird that I wasn't giving off much of a reaction to his looks. I mean, it's not every day you meet a gigantic turtle. Still, it didn't seem like he was looking for trouble. I let these thoughts dissolve.

Suddenly, I remembered what he had done for me just 5 minutes ago. It would have been rude not to say anything; I mean, he was my saviour, wasn't he?

"By the way... thanks for saving me earlier." I whispered almost silently. I took a deep breath, trying not to let my voice break down in front of him. Now THAT would have been embarrassing. So, I tried again. "I was just feeling really... suicidal. I don't know what I was thinking. Thank you."

It was weird for me to say the word "Suicidal" out loud, because not only have I been depressed for the past few years, but I've never breathed a word of it to anyone. I kept it to myself for so long, and I was hoping to keep it that way, up until recently.

"Don' mention it. As long as yer okay, I guess." An awkward silence followed.

I was beginning to feel cold. Earlier, I had forgotten about the cold when I was about to jump off, but now I was completely aware of how cold it was. For a minute I wondered why he wasn't trying to talk to me about my suicide attempt, but I didn't want to spark up our first conversation like that. Also, I wasn't sure I wanted to talk about it either. Suddenly, I turned my head slightly towards this turtle, trying to make our current situation less... awkward.

"So..." I started off coolly, "Do you... have a name?"

"... The name's Raphael. Call me Raph, though. Only my sensei calls me by my full name, and sometime's my brotha's too."

I turned my head to face him completely this time, surprised at what I just heard. "You have a sensei and brothers?" This information surprised me. He has a sensei... so he's a... Japanese turtle with a Brooklyn accent? I furrowed my eyebrows as I pursed my lips together, forming a line. It was all just getting way too confusing.

He chuckled. "Yeah. It's a long story... ya' wouldn't find it interestin' anyway. It's gettin' pretty cold. I should-uh. We should get home." It almost sounded like an excuse to just get away from me.

I felt a sort of loneliness stinging me. Yup, I'm going to be alone... again. I'm sure he has better things to do. No one wants to hang out with someone like me. Heck, not even my own parents want to anymore. I accidentally let out a long sigh. I turned my head in the other direction, hoping I hadn't made it too obvious.

He spoke again. "Where do ya' live? I could take ya home. Your family is probably worried about you or somethin'." I could feel him getting up beside me. Was he really that eager to leave?

I hugged my legs closer before replying. "Um. Down the street from the closest gas station. I just... don't think it's safe for me to go home right now, though. And I HIGHLY doubt they're worried about me, so don't be concerned about that."

"Wha'? Why?" if he had eyebrows, I'm pretty sure one of them would be raised at this moment. He sounded curious – almost concerned. He bent over slightly, trying to get a good look at my face.

That's when a sudden pain shot through my head. I looked up, trying to somehow make sense of things, but my head started to spin. Not now. Not now. I thought frantically, trying not to make anything worse for the poor turtle guy. I mean, he had already saved my life once. I didn't need him coming to my rescue again.

I pulled myself up, using the wall for support. I straightened my back and stumbled slowly over to where my phone was located. After picking up whatever was left of it, I put it in my pocket and looked over at Raph. He had his arms crossed again and he was watching me carefully, as if making sure I didn't try to jump off again. It's not like I really wanted to right now anyway. I didn't mind the idea of accidentally falling off, though.

I was feeling extremely light-headed, and soon enough my head was pounding. I needed Advil or something. Tylenol. Pain killers. ANYTHING. My head was just exploding with pain; it was beginning to feel unbearable. I finally spoke up.

"Well, thanks for the help Raph, but I think I can take over from here," I mumbled out loud enough for him to hear from his distance. I made my way over to the fire escape that I had climbed up, not worrying about the dangers that could be awaiting me down there.

"Hey, wait. I'm not lettin' you outta my sight just yet." He started to walk towards me slowly. I think he was going to grab me, but I didn't want to bother him anymore. "Hey – stop. Don't take another step. I wanna ask y-"

"No, it's okay." I would have said more to reassure him that I wasn't going to attempt to jump off again, but I couldn't find the strength to keep speaking. The aching in my head was just getting worse. I guess I'd just have to try and get home on my own; I didn't want him wasting more time on me.

"Wait just a damn minute," he growled. "Don't ya' dare move." I stopped suddenly. He seemed so serene when we were talking a minute ago. It took me by surprise. Maybe he's refusing to let me go because of other reasons, and not because he's concerned about my safety? Maybe he doesn't want to let me go because he's an evil mutant that actually wants to eat my brains? My thoughts were ridiculous, and at this point I was probably going insane. I set them aside, and turned myself back into the situation I was in.

I tried to turn around and face him, I really did. He was approaching me, and I could feel him probably only a foot away. If it weren't for my stupid headache, I would have been able to face him and convince him to just let me go. But instead, I felt myself falling to the ground. I heard little echo's of "Hey, hey! Shi - " and a pair of hands grabbing me before everything went black.

***By the way, are these chapters too long? Because I can shorten them up. I just tend to write down a lot when I'm feeling depressed. I usually only write when I'm feeling really down, so... yeah. Let me know if this is too much. Thanks ***

ALSO! : I also have chapter 3 done, I just don't know if I should post it. I have no idea if I like the idea of where this story is going, but that's what I love about writing. ANYTHING can happen. :D AND sorry for any tiny tiny tiny TINYY mistakes, I had an exam and I had no time to check this over, and I have another exam tomorrow. I just thought I might as well post this ;~; But yeah... lulz. hope this chapter was ok ;_;