His Black Book || @orangenunchakuturtle
I'm not sure how long it's been since Leo was kidnapped anymore. Days have been flying by and nothing's been changing while everything blurred together and creating this massive haze of black that keeps threatening to pull me under and hold me until I drown from it.
But I do know that every single one of us has been destroyed inside because of it. Father isn't around as much as he used to be. Mikey's usually hanging around with me, but he never smiles anymore and I'd kill to be able to see my little brother's happy face once again.
Raph is taking it just as hard as you'd expect. April is always spending her time with Casey. Things have been carrying on like this since he'd left.
And now that Leo's gone I've started to realize just how much of a douche-bag I was to him. Every time he'd try and tell me about something, possibly having to do with our past lives, I'd brush him off, put him down, and call him crazy.
Why am I starting to think that the hate he feels for me is real?
Hopefully he doesn't see this notebook. I've written far too many prayers to a God I don't even know if I believe in for myself to be comfortable with.
I'm going to go play Strangeness. Maybe I can talk to Howard in the meantime.
Another session of recording had been done, and Donatello was feeling as drained from it as he usually was. The turtle stood, cracking his neck and taking the small can of soda into another room. Before he dared set foot out of his room, the turtle slid the notebook under his pillow, patting it to keep it safe.
No one was ever around anymore to do any snooping, after all.
