Chained to memories

They said

A.N.
Hey guys! Sorry for the late update! School is on my shoulders and ugh! But here it is, I hope you guys like it. I'll try to update as soon as possible though! I'll be starting a new story soon, though it has nothing to do about this. It's just a story it thought about and I'll be posting the first chapter soon, so keep your eyes peeled. Till then, enjoy!!!!

--CHAINED TO MEMORIES--

"Look, I'm sorry, okay!? I didn't mean to do that to you! I just-"
"JUST WHAT!?"
"Just, I just... I'm sorry. Please..."
A fist connected with his cheek, pain flying across his face as a yelp escaped his mouth. He stumbled backwards before falling on his side. He quickly sat up and stared at his attacker. The one he loved so much didn't care if he was hurt.
"You shouldn't have been born." The figure spat and kicked his head, causing him to fall over to his side again. He curled up and covered his head with his hands.
"Please stop."
"You're a mistake!" Kicks delivered to his head made him see stars and spots. His kept calling out for the torture to stop, only to have the kicks become harder.
"Please!" He yelled as tears squeezed their way through his shut eyes.
"PLEASE!!!"
"PLEASE!!!!" He shot up from his bed screaming. His brothers jumped up and drew their weapons as they surrounded the bed, glaring before looking around to fine no threat.
They put their weapons back on the floor after they turned around and saw a crying Michelangelo. Sighing, Raphael crawled onto the bed next to the five year old. He threw his arm around him and pulled him into a tight embrace. Donatello and Leonardo following soon after.
The three looked at each other before jerking their heads to the door as it opened.
Splinter came walking in with a worried expression burrowed into his face. He sat on the corner of the bed, the boys then moved somewhat closer to their only protection.
Once they were close enough he hugged the four and shushed the still crying five year old.
"What happened my son?" He asked as the crying turned to whimpering. Michelangelo said nothing and only hung onto his father even tighter. Raphael looked at Leonardo, who nodded. They then hugged their father too, trapping Michelangelo and Donatello in the middle of the circle.
"It was scary." Michelangelo managed to pull out of his throat. His father only hummed and nodded.
Michelangelo was left with questions raging in his mind. Rampaging amongst memories that his small and young mind held. The only thing they had managed to get from his memories is the black figure that attempted to hurt him, which it succeeded on. He was told that dreams never had or will happen, but it felt like it had. It was too real to not be.
He wanted someone to say it was going to go away, but he figured it might not ever be. He was only six, and six year old shouldn't be having dreams like that. Especially the one who's support to make others laugh and smile. What was he to do know? If he couldn't even make himself smile, how was he suppose to make others smile.
'Donnie smiled lots of times. Maybe I'll just ask him...' He frowned and slowly blinked.
'No, I can't let anyone know.' He closed his eyes and nuzzled into his fathers soft warm fur.
A small smile on his lips.

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Three years later

"Guys, every thought how it was to have your HEAD FIPPED OFF!!!" Donatello screamed at his brothers. Leonardo only sighed and raised his eye ridge. Raphael shrugged and Michelangelo smiled.
"Come on Donnie. It's not that bad." He raised his eye ridge with his smile and leaned over to Donatello, only to hide behind Leonardo's shell with a glare planted on him.
"Come on Donnie. It's not that big of a deal. All we have to do, is grab it and then go and ask splinter if we could keep tha' thing. That sound fair?" Raphael asked quite harsh. Donatello growled and pointed at the figure on the figure laying on the floor.
"This will not be allowed by Master Splinter! Just because it's in trouble doesn't mean it can go home with us! It's like bringing Mikey to you!"
"Hey!"
"Guys, calm down. I bet it's nothing harmful." Leonardo calmly stated and stared at the small shell laying on the floor. It was cracked and bleeding, Leonardo only wanted to help it along with Raphael. But Donatello was right. Splinter might not allow it. After all, it's a tortoise and they had no ideas where it's been.
"Come on! We can't leave it here! It'll die!" Raphael reasoned with narrowed eyes.
"You know what!? Fine! Bring it home for all I care! I'm trying to save you from a whipping but no! No one ever cares about what the 'gay turtle' has to say!" Donatello threw his arms up in the air, even though he was the best at hiding his emotions, you could tell his eyes were watering up.
"Donnie," Raphael slapped his palm on his forehead and sighed. "That was a joke. It meant no harm."
"Well it did to me! I'm not gay, thank you very much!"
"What's gay mean?"
"It means when-"
"Don't even tell him! Bring the stupid turtle home!" With that Donatello turned on his heels and began to speed walk towards the lair. They all stared wide eyed at their tall brother as he began to disappear from sight.
Michelangelo pear he'd his head on top of Leonardo's shoulder and silently sighed.
"Not it."
"Not it."
"Aw, come on!" Leonardo and Michelangelo snickered as Raphael planted his fist on his hip. "Why do I have to talk to him?"
"Because you called him gay and hurt his feelings. That's why." Leonardo quickly replied with a faint smile.
"It was a joke!"
"Not to him." Michelangelo squeaked.
Raphael groaned and gently picked up the hurt turtle.
"Flippin' eight year old turtles..." Raphael grumbled.
"What was that?" Leonardo sang and held his hand to the side of his head and he smiled at his brother.
"Nothing!"
They made their way through the tunnels and made it back to the lair. Splinter and Leonardo had patched up the tiny turtle the best they could, and since Raphael was the one who spotted it he was able to keep it and call it his pet.
"What's his name?" Michelangelo asked as he stared at the sleeping turtle on Raphael's bed.
"His name is Spike-"
"Why 'Spike'?" He asked and turned around to face Raphael who was standing right behind him. He smirked and sighed his eyes never left the turtle who was swallowed by bandages.
"Because he's sharp and can pierce through anything, like he pierced through death."
"Oh." He looked back at the sleeping turtle. His eyes widened.
'I wish you would put a spike in your head for all I care...'
He shook his head.
A female voice.