Journal entry N°4-Don's journal:

Misunderstood.

I love my family.

I love my brothers, my father, my friends. There's nothing I wouldn't do for them.

Every day of my life, I work hard to make sure our home is in perfect conditions for us to live in.

Every hour of sleep I deprive myself from, I use it to create new inventions that I know will make things easier for them and guarantee success in our missions.

Every single bit of information I've gathered along the years, I put it in practice whenever our lives are at stake.

And I never stop learning.

Never stop researching because I know there's always something new to learn. There's always something I still don't know and that could be crucial at one point of our lives.

Some people might call me crazy.

Some people might call me paranoid.

Some people might think I'm overdoing things, that I'm being too cautious with no reason.

To those people I say: I have a reason… no… I have too many reasons to be how I am.

I've seen things.

Really. Bad. Things.

I've seen the hellish future that awaits us if I decide to take things easy. I've seen my family break apart because of me, because at some point in my life, I said: "Screw this!" and abandoned my family, my father.

My brothers.

The first friends I've ever had, the best brothers someone could ask for.

And I abandoned them. Just like that.

Well, technically I didn't abandon them. No, I could not possibly do it. But the other me… he did.

He left them to destroy each other and themselves… and I will never know why.

I am aware that the hellish future I saw was all part of Draco's revenge… and yet, it felt so real. And what scares me the most is that, if given the chance, that hellish future could become real.

That single though plagued my mind all day, all night.

Mostly at night.

Maybe that's why I don't sleep very often.

I've tried so hard to forget but it seems hopeless; those memories are there to stay. To remind me. To warn me.

My friends have told me it's not good for me to dwell on a fake future, my brothers have done innumerable things to make me forget and my father has taught me many different meditation techniques I don't think he's taught to the others before. Not even to Leonardo.

I embrace and appreciate their efforts and good wishes. However my mind doesn't seem to want to cooperate with me on this.

I honestly don't care anymore.

I've learned how to live with this; I've learned how to control it and don't let it overwhelm me.

Not too much.

But I'm still alert.

Still working.

Still thinking on new ways to provide my family with the best high tech equipment in the world.

Still remembering that dreadful future; the death of my other brothers, the pain, the misery and suffering.

Some people might call me many things.

Well, they can call me whatever they want.

Until they experience what I already experienced, until they live what I lived… until they see how the ones they love die before their eyes…

…until that day comes, I will always remain as Donatello: The Misunderstood.

End of Journal entry N°4

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Worry and depression have become my new best friends.

They helped me write this. Wheeee!

I know it's a short one but this is what I was missing: shorties. But you know what else I'm missing? Randomness.

I think that's a hint of what next entry is gonna have.