"Stupid Raphael with his stupid fat mouth. I hate him so much. I wish he would jump offa the statue of liberty. Hell, I would pay to see that."

It was a gorgeous night, the moon huge in the sky. There was a bit of a chill in the air, a light breeze that ruffled my hair, and I pulled my hoody a little tighter 'round my body as I paced down by the docks, mumbling my hate for the hot headed turtle. Stupid douchebag's gotten me all worked up. If he had just kept his gigantic trap shut then none off this woulda happened.

It's probably for the best that I left anyway. It was scary how comfortable I was getting 'round them…well, some of them. I need to keep my distance from others from now on. I've gotten this far in life alone. I don't need nobody else along for the ride.

Krillin sat atop an old crate, watching as I paced, taking my frustration out on the poor pavement below my feet. He chirped, making me pause mid-step.

"What is it, Krillin?"

He chirped in response.

"Don't gimme that look. This was the right decision, kay? People should just learn to mind their own business."

Another chirp.

"What? I did not make a hasty decision 'cause of my bad temper! How could you even suggest that!?"

He tilted his head to the side and stuck his tongue out, making me sigh.

"Kay, maybe you're right. Guess my temper is pretty bad. But can ya blame me? I'm trying to forget my past and here's this stupid friggin turtle bringing it up again. Seriously, what the hell? Nah, I ain't putting up with that crap."

He chirped again.

"I know they were the only friends we had, but what do ya want me to do 'bout it?"

He thumped his tail.

"Talk to them? Dude, I can't show my face down there again! They probably don't even want me back. And what would I say anyway? That I'm sorry for being a bitch? That those few hours that I spent there were the best hours of my life? That I wanna come back 'cause I miss their company? Don't be ridiculous Krillin. I don't know where ya come up with this crap."

Krillin and I had nothing else to say to one another so I slumped to the ground, resting my back against the crate. I grabbed my bag and pulled out a small journal April gave me when I got here. Apparently I was 'sposed to write in it every day but I haven't been doing that. It'd be better just to write in it when something, I dunno, important happens. I've only written in this thing once, and I still don't get why I gotta do it. Hell, I don't have to do but here I am doing it willinging! Crap, what has happened to me?! Ah well, I have it out now, might as well write what's going on.

April 25th

Hey…journal,

This is my second shot at writing in ya, so…yeah. I dunno exactly why I'm doing this, or what I'm even 'sposed to write. I guess I'll just write 'bout what's happened today, kay?

Let's see, um, I got kicked outta Aprils' place last night, so now I'm forced to stay with a couple of dudes. They're friends of Aprils, and they're the same age as me. They're names are Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo. April said it was for my own 'protection', 'cause I pissed off my so called 'father' and now he might be after me, but I know it's just so they could keep an eye on me. Well I don't need nobody to keep an eye on me. I can take care of myself; hell, I have been my entire life.

What was I writing 'bout? Oh yeah, the guys that I'm…I was staying with. I got stuck being babysat by Donatello and I was dreading it, but in the end he actually turned out to be pretty cool. The dude's a total dork. But he's a cool dork. He's a good guy; highly intelligent, very sweet…he's kinda cute too.

My eyes widened as I realised what I had just written and I quickly scribbled that last part out. Thank God no one was 'round to see the blush on my face.

Then there was Michelangelo…where do I start with him? I was forced into playing video games with him and Donnie earlier, and I'm glad that I did. He's totally awesome! He reminds me so much of Lizzy, it's unreal. I think that's why I have a soft spot for him. The dude is hilarious – a non-stop quote machine. He's really loud and loves to talk.

Leonardo…I'm not sure 'bout him yet. I haven't really spoken to him but he looks to be the leader of the group. I can see why too. He seems to be the calmest of all of them. From what I can tell though he seems like he has a real pole up his ass. He seems to be an all business, no nonsense kinda dude.

Then there's Raphael…Raphael. Even writing his name makes me furious! He's had it out for me ever since we met. The dude is a compete douchebag. I don't know how his brothers put up with him. He has a temper like nobody's business! He's rude, quick to anger, and nosey. Sure he might be sexy as hell but that doesn't change the fact that he has a crappy attitude.

Wait a minute…did I seriously just write that I thought he was sexy? Crap. First that thing 'bout Donnie, now Raph. What is wrong with me?! Must be those damn teenage hormones or some crap. Maybe I'm just tired, I mean, I haven't slept in three days.

I slammed my journal shut, not trusting myself to write anymore, and shoved it back into my bag. Before I zipped it back up, the screen lit up on my phone. I pulled it out and my heart skipped a beat as I noticed I had seventeen missed calls, twelve texts, and seven voicemails. Damn, I've never had this much activity on my phone before. With shaky fingers I dialled my voicemail first and held the phone up to my ear.

Mel, it's April. I know you're angry with Raph but could you please give me a call when you get this message?

It went on to the next one.

Where are you, Mel? I went back to the shop, hoping you might be there but you weren't. Please call, we're worried about you.

They were worried 'bout me?

Mel! Pick up. Are you okay?

Her voice was becoming more urgent with each message.

I'm going to call the police if you don't answer your phone!

I couldn't help but smile at that. April certainly was a dramatic woman.

Amelia Fletcher, pick up your phone right now!

The next one was from Donnie.

Hi, Mel, it's Donatello. Listen, Mikey, April and I are really worried about you. The city is dangerous, Mel, especially at night. And there are people out there that want to hurt you. You're not hurt are you? I would hate to find out that something had happened you. The three of us are going to keep searching for you, Tinker Bell. Even if it takes all night.

A tear slid down my cheek as his message ended. He wanted to make sure I was alright. I can barely remember the last time somebody cared enough to check up on me, let alone search for me in the middle of the night.

The next message begins to play and Mikey's' voice fills my ears.

Mikey here! You can't hide from a ninja, Mel. I'm going to find you, take you back to the lair, and tie you to my bed so you can't escape again! And one more thing- there you are! I found you! Wait there, Mel, I'm coming dow-AHHHHHHHH!

There was a loud crash and groan of pain.

I'm okay! Looks like it wasn't you after all. Heh heh, oops.

I rolled my eyes with a smile as his message ended. I got to my feet and stretched. Time I give them a call and let them know I'm alright. Krillin hopped off the crate and followed me onto the wooden pier. I dialled Aprils' number, and with a held breath, put it up to my ear. Two rings later and April was on the other end of the line.

Mel, where have you been?! Damn it, why haven't you picked up your phone? Do you know how worried I've been? I pictured finding you dead in an alley somewhere!

I'd never heard April sound so angry before.

"I had my phone in my bag and didn't hear it ring. I'm sorry; I didn't think ya'd be worried."

Not worried? For Heaven sakes, Mel, how could you even think we wouldn't be worried!? Of course we were!

She sighed and there was a minute long pause before she spoke again.

Are you hurt?

"Nah, I'm fine."

Good, that's good. I- Mikey, stop that! I'm talking to her right now.

What's she saying? What's she saying? Did she mention me?

I smiled when I heard Mikey shouting in the background. April let outta sound of frustration.

Mikey, please. Mel, where are you? I'm going to come pick you up.

"I'm down by the docks. Listen, April…I don't-" I stopped mid-sentence when the pier beneath my feet began to shake. One of the wooden pillars holding the pier up broke in half, quickly followed by the other one. I stumbled forward but quickly regained my balance. Krillin crawled up my leg and into my hoody as I turned on my heel and made a run for it. Something cold wrapped 'round my ankle, tripping me, and causing my phone to fly outta my hand. I screamed before being dragged under the freezing cold water, water quickly filling my mouth. Once I was completely under the water's surface, I felt a powerful grasping on my legs, my arms…everywhere! It felt like a couple of metal tentacles had wrapped themselves 'round my body and were trying to squeeze me to death. The 'tentacles' tightened and something sharp cut into my clothes and into my skin. I struggled to free myself, but the panic I felt was overwhelming.

I looked 'round in fear but the water was completely black. I couldn't see a thing. I felt myself being dragged deeper. My lungs burned as they begged for air. I couldn't hold my breath much longer. I struggled more and more, just wanting to swim back up for air, but this things hold was too strong. My lungs gave one final, painful scream for air before they filled with water. I knew now that I was gonna die. My vision blurred and my body went limp. I gave up struggling and allowed myself to be pulled down deeper into the murky water. But that's when some sorta miracle happened. I felt the tentacles being torn from my body, and I was left floating. Distorted noises could be heard before all sounded faded away completely. My eyes finally closed and all I could feel was an ice cold hand wrap 'round my wrist.