Raphael
My brothers and father fall asleep quickly, but I remain awake, watching over my tired family. I'd love to get a little private time with "The Man with the Answers" and let him know what my fists think of him. He's destroying my family so quickly. It doesn't seem like it, but I'm no idiot. I can feel us all drifting apart into our minds, each of us separately locked away in our worlds of hell. We're stuck in an unchanging routine, and we've all quickly accepted the numb feeling of defeat. It just doesn't seem right. We never gave up before, so why do we all do just that now? I'm surprised my constantly thinking younger brother hasn't gone psychological and tried to figure it out yet. At least Master Splinter and Leo make sense, half the time they're both meditating, probably trying to find a way out of this. I hate to admit it, but I'm a bit worried for my youngest brother. What if "The Man with the Answers" Decides he should hurt Mikey? I wouldn't be able to protect him. I throw my fist into the air, making a jab at empty space. When said fist connects with skin I search for what I've hit, only to find no looking at me with a tired smile. "What is it?" I ask gruffly, and when she points to me I want to send my fist flying at her again. "What're you playing at?" I growl, surprised and angrier when she points at me, then fakes a tear sliding down her cheek. "why you little…" I do throw another punch her way, which she doesn't even try to dodge. I hit her full force, and though her body reels back she looks unfazed. She gets back up and looks at me a moment, head cocked to the side. Reaching her hand in front of her, she gives the 'come on' signal with her hands. She's insane. She's saying she thinks I should hit her again? "You a masochist?" She shakes her head with a silent laugh and points at me again, feigning anger, then breaking down. She thinks that the moment I've used up my anger I'll be sad? No way. For one, I'll always have anger to spare, and second, I'm not some wimp who cries, especially in front of some girl. When she sees that I don't hit her again she gives me the lightest punch on the shoulder, like a reminder that she thinks it's a good idea to let my anger out on her. I give her one more good hit in the stomach, and when she goes down I help her up. Most anybody would be crying because of how hard I hit her, but it's like she simply shrugged off the pain. She looks deep into my eyes, and I feel like there's a presence inside of me that's not mine, and I feel sorrows I've buried years ago begin to resurface. She looks at me, pain in her eyes, as if she feels the emotions that I killed long ago. Her eyes begin to water, and I don't understand, but I feel my own eyes begin to do the same. She's makin' me cry. How does this work? "What's with you 'No'? How'd you do this?" I ask it through a tight throat, trying to hold back the first tears in forever. She gives me a soft smile, and all the tiredness I've felt over the past years, all the worry and stress, begins to pour out in tears that run down my face. She holds out my arms, and like some weak little kid, I fall into her comforting embrace as she sits there like a rock, strong and unmoving. I can't remember ever feelin' this helpless. What's going on with me? Is there something wrong with me? I can't remember the last time I shed a tear, and now I'm freakin' crying like a wimp, to a girl no less! I hit her, she doesn't make a sound, I end up cryin' on her shoulder. That just doesn't make sense. And she's cryin' too. I can feel her breath hitch and jolt about, unable to stay stable. But she remains strong, holding both of us up. After a while, I feel my tears stop, and she slowly moves away from me. Uncomprehendingly I watch as she wipes a few stray tears from her face and mine. She gives a smile, then pulls out one of the slips she had given us that first day. What? For a moment I sit dumbly, tryin' to figure out what she's meanin. Finally I remember my own and hand it to her, which she takes and places back in her pocket, returning to her corner without a word. I lay down, more tired than I've been even after the longest fights. There's somethin' about that girl, she gets to all of us. She's like what I think a sister would be. Maybe if we get out of this alive she can stay with us. Like family.
Alright so Raph may seem anywhere from OOC to terribly unlike himself, but I had lots of trouble getting this chapter to work. Anyways, this is proof I'm still alive! Read, rate and review.