I shot up off of the couch in lair. Sweat made my clothes cling to me. My heart pounded in my ears. I shakily walked to the closest room and knocked on it's door. A drowsy red clad turtle answered. "Bird? It's like, four in the morning."
"Raphael... Thank goodness it's you I-" A hiccup escaped my lips. My eyes welled up with tears. "I-I got to get some fresh air. Please."
"Hey. What's wrong?" He reached his hand toward me and I flinched.
"Please!" I begged.
"Okay, okay!" He closed the door behind him, picked me up and started running. "Where?"
"...Anywhere." I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. Don't you feel stupid coming to him for help like this? You hate interaction. Just deal with your problems alone, like you're used to. I shook my head and closed my eyes so tight, I started seeing colors. This is some sick side to my telepathy, I... Please talk to me. My ears heard his ragged breaths and the pounding of his feet on concrete. It pulled me from my head.
"Here." He announced, slowing to a stop. I opened my eyes. "You wanna talk about it?"
"I want to, b-but," I covered my mouth and sat down, not caring where. "I don't know if I'm just being dumb and resentful or if it's real."
"I'll be here, if you need time." He sat beside me.
"I don't think I have much time." I whispered.
"What?!" He looked to me wide eyed.
"I had this terrifying dream. I don't remember a lot about it, but it may just be a bad omen."
"Bad omen? Are you gonna die or not?! The way you phrased that thing, it's got me on edge."
"Stop yelling at me!" I hugged my knees to my chest. "I don't know."
"You don't know?" He repeated.
"I've only had a handful of dreams, and they all were precognitive." He glanced at me. "They predicted the future."
"What happened then?" He asked lowly.
"We were on a blimp type thing. I don't know, but it was something that can fly. We had to go, and Mack, April and I were very distressed. You, your brothers, April, and Mack managed to get off of it and into s-some type of aircraft. It looked like something Donatello would put together. As I was getting off, a huge explosion went off behind me. I was sent flying right above the ocean."
"What color explosion?"
"Seriously? I'm trying to vent to you, and this is what you're worried a-"
"I have a reason for asking! What color explosion?" He furrowed his eyebrows, picking up his phone.
"Pink? Reddish pink." I looked to him. His eyes widened.
"Then what?"
"I just kept falling. We were so high." My voice cracked. "I flipped to face up, so I wouldn't have to see. I can't swim, so I thought it'd make dying easier. Then I saw my dad among the wreckage falling with me. He saw me, but he didn't look like he wanted to. Like, he left for a reason. He didn't even say sorry. He just turned his back to me, like he did all those years ago. I woke up feeling guilty, angry, and alone."
"The Kraang." He shook his head and put his phone down. "Why now?"
"I'm sorry." I buried my face in my hands. The sight of my father was burned into the back of my eyelids. I felt my chest heave as a sob escaped my lips.
"R-Robin, this isn't because of you. None of this is your fault." He scooted closer and pulled me to his chest. "The Kraang has always been an issue for us. You're safe with us."
