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Chapter 11 Never too late.

I felt a lot better than the last time that I had woken up. But that was short lived when I seen why and I gave myself a headache because of it.

"Hey guys she's waking up." Donnie called amplifying my headache.

"Would you be any louder you pathetic excuse for a reptile?" I hissed not caring about the words that were said.

"Is that any way to treat the person that saved your life?" It had to be her, why not the devil instead?

"April! Would it kill you to leave me to rot? Maybe I didn't want saving, you ever thought about that?" I hissed at her and stood up, I could feel my legs shake but I stood up to her anyways.

"You're always begging for us to come and save you. So what makes a difference now, I told you we would make it up to you. We are here now aren't we?" She pleaded but I was done, I wanted nothing to do with them anymore.

"It's a little late now trying to put broken pieces of glass back together. You always get cut and hurt more in the end, so what difference does it make now?" I scoffed and laughed harshly at the fallen faces in the room, I was no friend for them but a true enemy.

I loved it . . .

"It's never too late to say sorry to family, right?" She said coming forward and I noticed I was in my small living room.

"Family! Ha don't make me laugh. I'm nothing you will ever have to worry about anymore I promise you. Now do me a favor and forget I ever existed. I know the mistake that I am." I said making my way to my room.

"Fine push the closest thing to family you ever had away. But when you need us don't expect us to ever help you." She yelled to my back, and I didn't dare turn to see the tears running down her perfect face.

"I never did" I said just above a whisper and disappeared from the many glares that I knew I was getting.

I fell against the door and listened as they slowly all left my small apartment. It was like them actually leaving me forever.
I could feel the tears that fell from my still face. I just pushed everything I've ever known completely out the window. I could actually get myself killed if I make the wrong move. Deep down I knew I needed to say sorry and make amends, but I was also totally fine with leaving this world for good. I slowly stood up and it was like I never fell apart in the first place.

If I was going to make amends I needed to start small. I needed to start with a certain brown mop of curiosity before I went any where else. I grabbed my phone and noticed it was only eight pm, I had plenty of time. I grabbed his small hand held camera and made it out to be met by the surprisingly chilly night air. I pulled my hood over my head and made it across town to his grandmother's flat. I knew where he lived because I followed him home after every fight he caught on camera and would listen to the conversations he would have about how awesome I was. If only I was really and truly a hero. Maybe then keeping friends and family wouldn't be so hard to do.

I kicked at every piece of trash that was close enough to kick along my way. The walk for once was surprisingly quick this time around and I wasn't ready. I was already ringing the door bell by the time that thought entered my frantic head. The door came open to a crack because of the chain that kept it from being open. A fraile hand and face were placed in that opening. I backed away a little at the glare I was given. I sat his camera on the step making sure she seen.

And I walked away not to be seen ever again.

"Where are you going sweetheart, I was hoping to get to finally meet my granddaughter. I thought I had lost you years ago." She spoke slicing through the chilly air.

I froze and I couldn't believe I had any family besides the friends I had just pushed away. Everything I could ever remember is that stupid Fire! I turned aroumd and made my way up the steps and stared at the old woman for a long time. I picked up the camera with questions boiling out before my still frame. I could feel myself breaking and the tears that began to fall. She opened the door fully and opened her arms to me, and I greatly fell into them. I allowed myself to cry like a baby for the first time in front of anybody in such a long time. It felt good to be weak and not have to be strong all the time. She led me into her wonderfully warm and homey home making me think one thing.

It's never too late. . . . .

I should make it difficult for her to become friends again with April and even harder with the turtles. Idk still kinda trying to figure out where I'm going with this in the end.
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