Chained to memories

Why do you ask?

A.N-
Hey guys! So sorry for da late update but uh, you knows, New Years and all. You got family over and a big meal with little time to spare writing and crap. Haha, well, anywayz, here you guys go.
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Chained to memories

Fanning his hand in the air, he glared at the lump of metal in his table. He growled and kept his glance on the metal as he brought his hand into his mouth to soothe the burn in his hand. He sighed, closing his eyes and slumping in his wheeling chair.
A light tapping sound was heard on his door, making him look up before looking back at the metal.
"Come in." He said, his voice muffled by his hand. Michelangelo's head popped into view before the rest of his body. He walked into the lab before shutting the door behind him.
"Hey,"
"Hey."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"You already have."
Donatello laughed akwardly before stopping as he saw Michelangelos face. "Yeah, what is it?"
He noted in his head the way his brother shifted and looked around, twiddling with his fingers before making eye contact with Donatello again.
"What,... What does it mean when you see flashes of light or people?"
Donatello raised his eye ridge and took his hand from his mouth, humming in thought.
"Do you eat enough?"
"Yup."
"Do you get enough sleep?"
"Yup."
"Do you-"
"Donnie I do everything that I'm supposed to do. I mean, as if, it just randomly happens."
Donatello burrowed his brows as his baby brother stared at him with wide and confused eyes. Why would he have flashbacks or just some random flashes of people and lights?
"Wait- do you have flashes or people and lights?"
Michelangelo's eye slightly twitched and he even mentally noted that he had visibly tensed.
"No, I was just wondering."
"But-"
"Just wondering."
"Okay."
"That's it."
"I got it." Donatello gave a thumbs up.
"Okay?"
"Okay."
"Good." Michelangelo had smiled before looking around the lab. Donatello kept his thumb up as he looked around as well, sighing through his nostrils loudly.
Leonardo then burst through the door and the two younger brothers made eye contact with Leonardo, who had froze like a deer in the headlights. Blinking, Donatello coughed into his fist.
"Oh, uh." Leonardo blinked and shook his head, laughing nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Training, and father wants to show us something." Leonardo's smile widened and his eyes seemed to twinkle.
"He said it was something cool!"
Donatello huffed out a laugh and Michelangelo pumped the air with his fist.
"COOL!"
"Wait, are we late to training?" Donatello asked.
"Uh, no. Just- look- come on!" With that Leonardo had ran out.
"Bet I'll bet ya' there!" Michelangelo yelled and took off, Donatello sat there confused as his brain processed  what had happened.
"Wait- HEY!" Donatello got up, pushing the chair back and sprinting out of the lab.

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"UGH! Meditation!? But that's for old people!" Michelangelo groaned as he dragged himself to the common room from the dojo. Leonardo and Donatello had followed the orange one and sat down with him on the couch.
"Uh, hey. I meditate and I'm not old." Leonardo said, slightly smiling. Michelangelo groaned again and turned his whole body towards his oldest brother.
"But Leo! We're thirteen! We don't need to meditate!"
"Uh, actually, we can and we do. It'll help us calm our minds and relieve some pressure from our minds as its slowly crushing our dreams and then-" Donatello stopped and looked at his brothers horrified faces. Leonardo cleared his throat before letting out a breath of air.
"Okay then, Donnie, thanks for the explanation."
"Yeah Donnie, thanks for ruining Mikey's life." Raphael walked out of the dojo and looked over to his youngest brother who was shaking with wide eyes, bawled up. " you know what, seriously Donnie, thanks." Raphael smiled, only to be elbowed on his arm.
"He wanted to know." Donatello shrugged.
"You know what- okay- changing subject!" Leonardo shot in.
"How about we talk about- OH! I got it! Soap!" He smiled and looked around at his brothers. Michelangelo was giving his a 'soap? Really?' Face as Donatello and Raphael shook their heads.
"How about, bananas?" They shook their heads again.
"Uh-"
"Enough blue, you tried and you failed." Raphael said.
"I'll try once again." Leonardo whispered as he cliched his hands into fists. "Someday, I'll succeed."
"Uh, yeah. Okay." Donatello raised his eye ridge.
"Hey, you guys wanna play that new game that I've had since I was nine?" Michelangelo asked.
"Yeah!"
"Sure, why not?"
"I'll succeed."
"Leo!"
"I'll BEAT YOU ALL!" Leonardo shouted and stood up, snatching the controller from Donatello.
"I bet I can, just watch! Whoever wins against me won't have'ta  do their chores for a whole week."
This brought smiles and smirks from his younger brothers.
"Yeah right, let me go with him first Mikey." Raphael said, putting his hand out.
"Okay, go ahead." Michelangelo gave the controller to Raphael.
"Let the games begin!" Donatello shouted as he got up from putting the game in and turning the system and TV on.
"Game"
"On."

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The girl glared at him, her eyes seemed to be made out of fire. It seemed to burn him and cut holes into his flesh.
Words echoed throughout his mind, throughout his head as her lips formed even more words.
He couldn't hear her, and he was quite happy about that, but she kept throwing kicks and punches at him. Some had got him, and others he had managed to dodge.
"You're worthless!" Her words echoed throughout his head a million times before replaying itself. She stood still and smiled at him, Delight in her eyes.
He held his head as they intensified, her words getting harsher each second. He screamed and bent over as the words seemed to scream.
"Mikey."
He screamed even louder and arched his back upwards, jerking his body up to scream to the darkness.
"Mikey."
He started to rip and pull his hair. His blonde wavy hair intertwined in his fingers.
"Mikey!"
"STOP!" He screamed into the darkness as tears streamed down his pale freckles cheeks.
"STOP STOP STOP!"
"MIKEY!"
He inhaled a lump of air and started to gag on his tears as Leonardo hi ores over him on his bed. His hands and knees pinning Michelangelo down.
"Hey, it's me. Calm down Mikey. It's me."
Michelangelo started to force deep breaths and Leonardo helped him by telling him when to inhale and exhale.
"In, out, in, out, that's it. Keep it up." Leonardo gently wiped away the tears on Michelangelo's cheeks and got off of him. He layed back down and hugged the orange clad turtle who wasted no time on hugging his brother back with twice the amount of force.
"It's alright, Mikey," he smiled up at the ceiling, "everything's alright."