Death did not scare (Y/n).
(Y/n) had always embraced it. Death was everywhere, in the world, the universe, and even our lives. Death was not something to be scared of, but something that you had to accept as a way of life.
Her mothers home had the scent of death. From the dead roaches, to the dead rats, to the rotting food. Death, only death, had been her friend. She had always been close to death, but had never accepted that it was closer than she realized.
(Y/n) tilted her head back, the calming sounds of distant, ear ringing thunder filling the areas of her brain that weren't obsessed with imminent death. The few early drops caressing her face, sliding down, almost inviting. The feeling, though, still caused her to flinch.
The water was cooling her red, burning hot, tear streaked face. They eased the migraine that always seemed to follow fierce sobbings.
(Y/n) smiled gently, closing her eyes. This was her last time that she would truly enjoy the rain. The rain had so many emotions, calm, anger, sad. The gentle raindrops matched her feelings right now. A sense of peace.
(Y/n) spread out her arms a little to the side, her palms turned outward as the cold drops slapped against her hands. She teased her shoe off the edge, swaying in the fierce wind over the edge.
Suddenly, a voice interrupted her thoughts of peace and acceptance.
"NO! PLEASE!" Screamed the voice of a young male, fierce and strong. His voice echoed off the buildings as a few people looked up in curiosity. The few people that saw this sight- of a girl about to jump off a building into a crowd of people scared them. Hysterical screams arose from the crowd as phones were taken out. Videos were being recorded as many phoned the police. (Y/n) took a breath, ignoring the new sounds as the thundering grew louder.
Suddenly, faster than (Y/n) had expected the man to respond, she was carefully grabbed by the small of her waist and yanked off that dirty ledge. (Y/n) let out a cry of surprise, her eyes snapping open as she fell backwards into warm safe arms. (Y/n) HATED that feeling. She let out a cry and clawed the air as she tumbled onto the chest of her savior.
He let out a soft 'oof' and sat heavily on the ground. (Y/n) eyes widened in alarmed as she and scrambled from the males safe embrace.
He let out a gasp as (Y/n) stood back on the ledge about to jump once again. This time, he would not stop her, and she would jump.
This time though, the man seemed to have other plans, as the young man wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed her back to his surprisingly hard chest. She struggled, but his arms were strong and tight around her, holding her close. Then, in the quietest whisper (Y/n) had ever heard, he murmured into her ear.
"Please..." The voice was filled with emotion and desperation, and (Y/n) could have sworn that she felt tears against her hair and neck.
He continued in her ear, his voice shaking. "Don't jump.. I-I can help you..."
(Y/n) fought back the tears as she fiercely shook her head, pushing her arms against his grip. "N-No! You can't! You just CAN'T! I am going to JUMP whether you like it or NOT!" (Y/n) cried, her voice escalating into hysteria.
(Y/n) took what small strength she had and sent it into pushing back the arms that held her. She turned sharply to deliver her speech to the man who had thwarted her suicidal plan.
Her (e/c) eyes grew in shock, her breath hitching as she took a step backward. She held up her hands as she pushed them back through her hair, hands shaking. "You..." She inhaled and froze for a moment.
"You.. You are a giant... green.... alien... turtle..?" (Y/n) choked out, immensely confused. This was impossible, even in movie standards. This was straight up disturbing!
(Y/n) covered her mouth as she eyed him up and down. Fascination ate at her like an animal. This was something new, something crazy, something that seemed to cloud her mind of her suicidal thoughts.
He had a kind of mask/bandanna on his face, the color purple, a 'stick' on his back, a very tall and green figure and these wonderful, redish, chocolate, soft, warm brown eyes. They seemed to scan (Y/n), almost like a machine. (Y/n) could imagine his brain just working out who she was. Maybe he was some kind of robot.
He grinned showing off a adorable gap in his teeth- one that melted the cold, hard, depression in her heart. Only slightly though.
"H-Hi.. I'm Donatello-" He stuttered as he looked down shyly. The shy look down once again brought (Y/n) to the present- about WHY she was even on a rooftop with this... turtle in the first place.
"I'm sorry, I have to go." (Y/n) yelped nervously, turning around slowly, her eyes staying on him.
"I-I have to go kill myself right now." (Y/n) blurted our stupidly, scrambling bask onto the ledge. She closed her eyes and bent her knees gently. Or- that's what she thought happened.
At that moment a hand was on her shoulder, feeling around. "I'm really sorry about this, but I can't let you do this." Said the voice, calm, different from the stuttering voice she had heard only moments before.
A pressure point was pushed in her shoulder, and (Y/n) fell into the safe warm arms that had saved her once before.
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"I am alone, and I always will be."
~(Y/n) (L/n)
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Imperfectly Perfect {Donatello X Reader}
Fanfiction{DISCONTINUED} (Y/n) (L/n) has always been alone. From being a lonely child that never seemed to connect with children of her age, the separation of her parents, and the gradual decline of the mental health of her dear mother, she has only had herse...
