Augh. I had to wake up at 4 in the morning today. You know why? Because Mikey distracted me long enough to completely forget about my essay. Thanks a lot.

"Kid, you better move before I make ya.", I jumped at Richard's voice. And… it's rougher than usual. Uh oh…

"Sorry.", I mumbled back. He huffed and I headed towards the door.

"Kid. I need you to do me a favor today.", I stopped, with my back facing him. "And I ain't taking no for an answer."

"Yes?", I asked impatiently.

"I need you to get a job. It's time you finally start paying for your stay.", he ordered.

My world started to crumble. A job? A job?! To pay for my stay?! I started to shake with rage.

"A job? Really?", I already felt Richard's glare. "Excuse me, but I perfectly remember you having to pay to adopt me. Why should I get a job? Does Mom even know what you want me to do?", I asked accusingly.

"Look kid, money is tight.", he said through clenched teeth.

"Money is tight?!", I yelled. "I don't believe you! We came here so we can have MORE money. Now you're telling me we're out?!", I was still shaking with anger.

"Kid don't question me!", he yelled. "Just do as I say. I am your father!".

"No, Dad.", I stressed. "I won't.". I walked out the door and away from the mess he started.

I didn't even try to take the skateboard to school today. There is way too many things going on for me to concentrate. Especially with my anger quickly turning into fear. Before I knew it, I was hyperventilating.

Did I really just do that!? How can I do that. I'm so dead…


I mean, I just fought Richard. He can snap me like a twig.

"Are… okay…"

I just have to fight. Get him before he gets me. That's right.

"Hey kid are you okay?", I jumped and glared at the figure talking to me. I was shaking with anger again.

"DON'T CALL ME KID!", I screamed, punching the figure. The figure stumbled back, and I looked at my hand. It had blood on it. I looked back at the figure, and my eyes widened. It was Raphael.

"I… I…", I stuttered. I don't believe it. I punched Raphael. My brother. My friend. I could've just worsened our relationship. I could've… before I know it I was hyperventilating again. It felt like my heart was going to pump out of its chest. I looked back at Raph again and saw him wipe some blood away from his nose.

"Bro!", a voice called. I look over to see Mikey running to Raphael, tears threatening to fall.

"Are you okay? How many fingers am I holding up?!", Mikey asked frantically. I was shaking in fear. I watched as Raph pushed aside his brother and look me in the eyes. And there, I saw anger. Pure and utter anger. Anger I haven't seen in a while.

"I hate you! Don't you ever come back, ya hear?!" I froze. Years. I've been trying for years to get exact details of my childhood, and now they wanna come back?

"Don?", I looked down to see Mikey stare at me with fear. "Did you punch my brother?", I could feel the lump on my throat swell up. No. No no no no no. I brought my hands up to my head. My head feels like it's about to explode.

"I… I'm sorry… Raphie…"


Stupid alarm. I don't wanna get up.


Stop it. I'm not in the mood.


"I said shut up!", I yelled, smacking the alarm clock. But it didn't stop. It kept going. I tried to look around to find the alarm clock, but I couldn't see a thing. Everything was way too bright.


Aha! It's over there! I turned towards the sound and threw my pillow at it to try to stop the sound. Nothing worked.

"Fine. You win.", I said tiredly. I laid back down and blinked my eyes. Again… and again… and again. Soon the bright white turned darker and I could make out a few figures. Actually. There were 4 figures next to me. Two on the right and two on the left. I stared at one figure to adjust my eyes and it worked. I could distinctly make out my mother anywhere.

"Hey mom. Is something wrong?", I asked. She shook her head and tears were falling.

"You scared the heck out of me Donatello! What happened?", she asked. I jumped at her loud voice.

"Mom. I have a headache. And nothing happened. I was just tired and stressed.", I reasoned.

I could tell Mom didn't believe me, but she nodded in understanding and I let out a relieved sigh. I looked over to the other three figures, and almost choked on air.

"Uh… hi. How are you guys?", I asked my brothers. The three just looked at each other, then back to me.

"We're… okay. You are the one in the hospital bed.", Leo stated. I looked around to find that the "alarm clock" I was attacking was the heart monitor. I blushed.

"Oh. I see.", I coughed. Leo started to laugh awkwardly and coughed as well.

"Ahem. Mrs. Baker, do you mind if we speak to Donatello alone?", he asked. Mom nodded and gave me a quick smile before leaving the room.

"So…", I said awkwardly. Leo just watched me with concern, and a little bit of caution. The same goes with Mikey, but with fear instead of caution. Raph, though, was full on anger. Leo was about to speak, but Raph cut him off.

"Look here, kid.", I hung my head down. "I wanna know why ya punched me. It hurt like heck!", he yelled. Leo gave him a disapproving look, but I was long gone.

"Don't call me kid…", I muttered. Raph and Leo stopped their stare down. Raph started to grin.

"And why is that kid?", he asked. I glared at him and rose up from my hospital bed. I grabbed his arm and started to pull down so he'd look into my eyes.

"Because I don't like that name. I'm no kid. I'm never, ever going to be the same 'kid' to anyone else. Do I make myself clear?", I threatened. Raph started to frown and shook his arm away from my grasp.

"Alright alright. I get it.", he responded. I just stared at my lap. "Hey, Don, calm down.", I quirked my eyebrow in response to realize that he noticed my shaking. In fact, they all noticed. They even showed worry behind their once angered faces. I lowered my head and did my breathing technique.

"Breath. 1...2…", I told myself. Soon the shaking stopped and I let out a breath.

"Donnie?", Leo asked. "What did you mean by you won't be the same 'kid' again?", I looked away from him.

Should I? I've never told anyone about this before. I don't want to bother them with my problems...


"Honey! Your father is here to see you!", Mother yelled. I jumped to see her walk into the hospital room, dragging Richard along with her. I put on a fake smile.

"I… I see. Hello, Richard.", I greeted. Richard also played along.

"Hey, kid. How're you doing? What happened?", he asked. I hung my head and looked at my lap when he called me kid.

"Nothing happened. Just fainted.", I responded. Richard frowned.

"I don't think ya just fainted. Ya did punch that guy over there.", he gestured to Raph. I nodded and was shaking.

"I don't know what happened. I think it was just stress.", I said. I glanced at my heart monitor to see that my heartbeat was rising rapidly. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself, and soon my heartbeat was normal again. However, this did not mean that someone didn't notice.

"Hey...uh… Mr. Baker, sir?", Mikey asked. "I think you're stressing out Donnie. I mean, he is in the hospital dude.", Richard glared at Mikey.

"Hey is my son. I can ask all the questions I want to the kid.", he remarked. I glared at him.

"Technically I'm not your son.", I muttered, but not low enough.

"Watch it kid.", Richard warned. I rolled my eyes and suppressed a glare that he so deserved.

"Sorry…", It took all I had to apologize to that man. Richard, of course, did not appreciate my tone. I swear, he was going to pop a blood stream with all the rage I was apparently inducing. My mom, unluckily, stepped in to stop it from happening.

"Now dear, young Mikey is right. We should leave Donatello to rest. C'mon.", Mom said, leaving with Richard in hand. I gave her a 'thank you' smile, to which she returned with an apologetic smile. I let out another sigh, before noticing the guys staring at me.

"I think we know what is wrong."