Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - Please Speak Mikey

Chapter 9

The view from the window was quite astonishing. The breeze was gentle and soft as it swirled around the trees as they whispered to the wind. The leaves gracefully leaving their nest to twirl in circles higher and higher before departing across the first light awakening from it sleep. The shades of different colours showed exotic beauty, the pink and red emerging together as the purple started to disappear for a light orange. Dawn has approached before being bathed in sunlight. The tranquillity was so peaceful and the air fresh, non-contaminated by the pollution of New York City.

It was so beautiful that your emotions were fluttering with warmth, the happiness spreading over the eyes and lips unable to hide away the widened eyes of wonder and the smile showing people's dimples. This should have been a time for curiosity to what ideas could occur on a brand new day.

If only Mikey could feel the sensation. But his heart remains unmoved and still, as he sat upright in the bedroom on the second floor, opposite a window. He feels the wind on his skin as it blows the curtains to the side. He can see the way the birds flying and hover on branches or on the grass to gather worms for their babies. And the fact he the youngest is in an unfamiliar territory, the need to explore and investigate the ways of nature should enter the energetic, imaginative mind.

But there is nothing, he feels nothing.

What you see through the looking glass with a lonely, lost teenager turtle.

He didn't know when it actually begun; it could have been since he arrived at the house two days ago. Or maybe since he decided it would be better to protect his family by rendering himself speechless.

However a part of him believe the deepest pit of his heart had reopened when the key unlocked the chain. Emotions that had been kept bolted away for many years had suddenly been released. Most didn't realise that when it came to speaking deep personal thoughts, Mikey was a little like Leo. They tended to keep their problems to themselves so to not bother their family. He had control and would continue to push it further and further down. But now it had become too much for him. This power of this depression had become too over whelming, causing an automatic major shut-down to protect himself. Now things were happening. He was seeing things that he was sure could not be possible, but they were there, as clear as day...

The phrase 'puppet on a string' seemed to be describing what he was seeing. He wished he didn't understand the horrible meaning behind such words. Because this was Mikey's new form.

He could see them, every day and every night. Thin, white, stretchy strings attached to his arms, legs, chest and even two around his head. Mikey wasn't trapped, his body moved freely as he lifted his hand to see one of them wrapped around each finger. The orange turtle didn't know where they started. They were just endlessly feeding from out of a darkness....What was pulling on the other end....?

How many were there? Maybe twenty or perhaps twenty-five, he wasn't sure. Although he knew they hadn't always been there, but now as the days numbered, he would find yet another string he hadn't noticed before. More days and suddenly they appeared, more frequently especially after he had collapse from the blood loss and punctured lung.

The concept of a broken toy on a dusty wooden shelf fitted his description. Mikey's body trembled as he tried to ignore the shiny strings trying to grasp his attention, as a glimmer of yellow shines into his monotonous blue eyes as the sun begins to rise over the horizon.

But as he watched the scene, a realization sends a shiver of despair floating around his heart.

"I'm disappearing."

On a tray was a bowl of warm chicken broth, a glass of water and two Ibuprofen tablets. After everyone had gathered around the table to eat breakfast, Donnie excused himself to bring Mikey his meal and to check on his physique. Holding on to the banister while climbing up the stairs, he walked down a corridor to the door on the right. He pondered on whether Mikey would be in a better mood, albeit nowadays it was hard to comprehend what his little brother was thinking.