TMNT Michaelangelo x depressed! reader

The Meeting

Authors note: There is going to be some rude and offensive writing this chapter and possibly in every other chapter that comes after this one.
Michelangelo is not my character. Neither are the other turtles, Shredder, April O'Neill, Casey Jones, Master Splinter, or Karai. They are from TMNT and I have no part in the making of them (other than writing this story that includes them). Enjoy the story!

I walked down the road to my house quickly and frightened. It was Friday and  they got me again. Every single day they would get to me.

No matter how many times I tried to reassure myself that I'm better then what they say my mind always goes to a blank. A black area in my mind letting me slowly rot.
     
You might be asking, "Who exactly are those people?" All I can say is that they're the popular squad. Jace, the popular quarterback, his teammates Zachery, Bob, and Ross. (Bob Ross reference! Rip.) Those are just the dicks. The sluts, on the other hand, are Beatrice, Rachel, and Amanda.
      
They're loved by all the teachers because their families are rich and if they get a bad grade in class or are getting held back a year, the teachers will be sued.
      
They're horrible. They can't do any lessons normally or correctly and they bully and harass others. Right now, I just hope I won't get caught.
        
I quicken my pace and run into something hard.
    
"A-ah" I stutter out in surprise and look up to see Jace and his team.
     
Jace smirks at me, "Well, well, well. Look what the witch dragged in."
       
Backing up to get away, I hit another hard surface. Quickly turning around, I notice that Zachery was behind me, while Bob and Ross were on the sides.
      
"Shit" I whispered. I'm fucked. My mom is already worried about how I'm doing in school. If I come back with more bruises then she would never let me go back to school and help me pursue my dream job. I need to get away.
       
I looked around myself to see if I could find any openings, but sadly it was too late. I was surrounded.
       
"Why don't we have some fun?" Zachery asked.
        
"I'm sure we would all get along," Bob reassured.
        
Looking down at the ground in hopes of somehow getting a spectacular idea of escaping, a huge hand gripped my shoulder.
         
"Why even bother asking? Just get her and lets go. I'm fucking horny." Zachery stated.
         
"That would actually be more fun, though," Ross mentioned. "Wouldn't you want to hear her screams while we pound into her?"
          
"Fuck it," Jace said pulling you along. "We're not going to waste time."
       
Being in a state of confusion I let him pull me along. Only by the time he put me in his limousine did I understand the reason for his encounter.
       
My eyes started watering as the rest of the team got into the limo with Jace. I looked down at the ground quickly after seeing their sinister grins.
        
I never thought I would be put into this situation, but here I am, being stared at by the biggest dicks in the school. Feeling as if I'm their prey, as they slowly creep up on you to pounce at you and kill you.
       
The only difference was that I'm not an animal in the wild. I'm a sophisticated human, with others always trying to get at me.
     
Why? Even I don't understand. I don't know and to be honest, I don't think I ever want to know why.
      
While I had my little overview on my situation so far, we somehow managed to get to an old alleyway. When I saw it my eyes widened, they're going to kill me.
        
I heard a laugh from one of the guys in the car and I turned towards him, perplexed and unsure.
       
"You look like a deer in fucking headlights. Get it together girly. You'll just be used for what you're here for." Ross stated with a sick grin.
      
With furrowed brows I tried to decipher what Ross meant and slowly leaned back into the leather seat. When looking all around I noticed the boys all started to reach towards the door handle.
      
Pushing down my fear, I pretended to be strong and tried to show that I wasn't scared of them, but a tug that got me out of the limo made me throw all those efforts away.
       
"Hurry up slut." Jace growled. "You're here for one thing, and one thing only."
      
Scared out of my mind and unwilling to be anywhere this secluded with them, I tried to get away. Wriggling and squirming around in Jace's grip I tried to make Jace let go of me, but my efforts ended up futile.
      
A harsh slap resounded from the walls as pain started spreading onto my cheek.
      
"Fucking bitch. I'm your fucking master and you do what we want or else there'll be something here that I know you won't like," Bob glared.
      
Staring at his face in fear, I whimpered when I felt one of his hands slide down to an unspoken of region.
      
Bob and Ross came to the back of me and held my hands behind my back as Zachery tied them together.
         This is not going to end well. I need to somehow get away. Remembering the fact that I live in New York, a largely populated area, I screamed.
         
Jace winced at hearing my shriek and slapped my mouth shut.
         
"You think you can get away as easily as this? Boys, bring the tape," Jace said to the team, his eyes showing the anger fuming inside his body.
      
"Help!!!" I yelled. I'm not going to stay for this. I'm not getting raped by these shits.
       
"Get away!!" I screamed at the men, and kneed Jace in the groin. The attack scared off Bob and Ross along with Jace, who followed the two a bit later.
         
Having at least a second of freedom I ran to the exit of the alley way. As hope quickly grew in my mind, it became short lived when I was pulled back.
         
Hopelessness filled my mind, "NO!!"
       
Zachery grabbed my arms and hauled me up so that our faces were leveled. Sneering he said "Baby girl, you did bad. Tsk. I'll just have to punish you myself."
       
Suddenly my clothes were torn off and I was left with a bra, pants, and the remains of my half torn shirt. I was thrown to the floor. As I stared at Zachery in shock of the attack, he pulled out a knife.
        
He straddled my waist and I winced from the feeling of my tied hands behind my back.
        
When he saw my pained face he pushed into the ground more realizing that my arms hurt me horribly.
        
"This is what happens when you don't do as your masters say." Zachery put the knife closer to my face, "Do what I say or else you won't be here anymore," he said menacingly.
       
"Please don't hurt me," I whimpered out.
       
He placed the blade closer to my neck, "You think I'm not gonna hurt you? After what you did to Jace you think that I won't kill you?!" Laughing he placed his knife on my legs and I looked at him with pleading eyes.
       
"Maybe after this I would've spared you, but I'm not gonna do that. I'll just make you feel extreme pain before you die," he threatened.
         
My anxiety kicked in and I struggled to breath and my eyes started to water, thinking of the horrible possibilities of what could happen to my mom.
       
Through my blurred vision I could see Zachery smiling cruelly as he slid the blade across my skin. I whimpered in pain and he smiled in satisfaction.
      
"It hurts! Stop it, please!" I cried.
      
Zachary just laughed at my pain and continued cutting down my legs. As I was crying I heard a few small, quiet thumps behind Zach. I'm guessing he brushed them off or just wasn't paying attention to anything else but my bloody, mutilated leg.
       
"This is so fun," he sighed. "If only we could do this again later, but I still haven't forgiven you. What do you think? Isn't this so amusing?!"
      
1) I officially declare that Zachery is crazy and 2) I'm assuming that I became crazy too because for some reason I see 4 huge turtles behind Zach.

I am going to need a lot of therapy after this.
      
"Hey kid," a rough Brooklyn accent said. "I'm pretty sure no one likes to be cut up. Why don't you'z go before you get the same problem 'ere."
     
Zachery got off of me and I looked down at my legs...
     
Fuck.
     
I looked up from my legs to make sure that I wouldn't be creeping myself out anymore, but let's just say that idea didn't go too well.
      
The orange-masked turtle was right in front of my face and reassured, "Don't worry, dudette. Everything will be fine." I stared up at him with huge eyes and screamed.
       
The orange-masked turtle put his huge hand on my mouth and I almost fainted at the fact that he had 3 fingers.
      
"Don't scream. That could draw others to us," he turned to the other turtles. "Donny, what do we need?" The purple-masked turtle turned around and started coming towards us.
      
"Let me inspect the wound first," Donnie concluded. "I need to check if she can walk and I need to make sure the wound will be disinfected."
      
Donnie knelt in front of me and I was surprised to see a cute little gap in between his teeth when he was talking. He's a bit cu-
       
"Mikey! Grab her and head to the roof, ASAP," the blue masked turtle yelled. "We have some company."
       
I turned my head to the sound of some fast paced footsteps and started to hyperventilate. I tried to hide it from the other turtles, but the orange-masked turtle looked at me in worry.
      
He looked at the blue-masked turtle and responded "OK!" and headed towards me. I guess he's Mikey.
        
He picked me up quickly and I felt pain run through my legs. Hissing in pain and trying to breath were proving to be very difficult at the same time.
       
Soon we were up on the roof and Mikey situated me down on the ground. He looked me straight in the eyes, and I felt bad for judging them based on their looks. I mean I'm not that pretty either. I have self inflicted scars and anxiety, depression, and  self esteem issues... and yet, looking into Mikey's eyes and hearing his reassuring words calmed me.
       
"Look at me. Look at me," I kept looking at Mikey. "Now breath in... and breath out. Breath in and breath out."
       
I did what he told me to do while maintaining eye contact and I could feel my heart calming and my eyes ceasing their crying.
       
"Thank you," I whispered out, still lost in his eyes.
      
Mikey just smiled, "You're welc-"
      
"Mikey! Get yer' ass over 'ere!" a mad voice shouted.
    
"C-coming," I could see the males adrenaline starting to work itself into his system as he started shaking from excitement. I frowned as he jumped down, but the eye contact I held made me feel better. Stronger almost.
       
"Sorry," an out of breath voice said. It was Donnie. "I just need to check your wounds and I need to make sure they're sterile." Donnie felt his backpack and looked inside, only to notice a slight problem.
        
"Raph!!" Donnie yelled, fuming. "Did you take my medical supplies out!?!"
       
The turtle with a thick Brooklyn accent answered "Yeah! So?"
      
"So we have a bit of a CRITICAL ISSUE HERE!" he yelled, clearly angered.
          
"Just wait a bit, why don't ya," the thick accent replied. Donnie growled a bit under his breath and mentioned towards me, "Stay here and be quiet. We'll be back in a bit." and quickly jumped off the roof. Scared for Donnie, I tried to get up in a sitting position to make sure he's safe, but ended up making the wounds on my legs bleed more and got the drying cuts to start running again.
       
I winced when looking at it and heard the thuds and grunts of males below, while the turtle gang was yelling different things at each other.
      
As I was trying to understand what the guys were saying I noticed that my hearing and my vision was starting to decrease. I tried to hold onto the light as much as possible and ended up falling on my side due to the confusion of the world I was in. Black was all that I could see and voices, slowly but surely, passed away.