The blue masked turtle had anger written all over the face. The red masked ones, who stood alongside the blue one, face of anger seemed mild in comparison to the blue one. The blue masked turtle pointed at Donatello, his crisp blue eyes raging with anger. "You. Me. Master Splinter. Dojo. Now." Snapped the turtle, who (Y/n) presumed to be the oldest, or the leader. Either one of those would explain the unsolicited anger.

Donnie gulped and gave him a swift nod as he walked after two of the mutant turtles. Donnie glanced back at (Y/n) and gave her a smile, as he walked out. He seemed to be hunched over from nervousness and stress as he trudged after his brother.

One of the mutants stayed in the lab, one that (Y/n) quickly noticed thad an orange mask, freckles, and blue eyes. He had a kind aura and (Y/n) couldn't help but smile from his positive energy. It was almost difficult for (Y/n) to dwell on the dead feeling inside her chest.

(Y/n), glanced down nervously at her dangling legs. She pushed down the creases on her jeans, rubbing her thighs. (Y/n) looked up to see him grinning at her as he bounded over happily.

"Hey dudette!" Chirped the orange masked turtle, his blue eyes shining with happiness. It seemed like he didn't get to meet a lot of people. "My name is Michelangelo, but that's a tongue twister, so call me Mikey!" He grinned, his hands behind his back as he leaned over, rocking back and forth on the heels of his flat feet.

(Y/n) gently touched her face, covering a small smile as she eyed his face. "Well, Mikey, my name is (Y/n). It's nice to meet you." (Y/n) said said as this Mikey kept on smiling. (Y/n) wondered if there was ANYTHING that could bring this sibling of Donatello down.

"That's an awesome name!" Mikey said, earning a slight blush from (Y/n). No one really thought her name was pretty, she actually detested it. It was given to her by her mother, but it only have (Y/n) the reminder of the affect her mother had on her.

A sudden burst of anger filled screaming came from beyond the lab which made (Y/n) flinch. Her eyes widened as she looked back up at Mikey. "W-Why are they yelling!?" She stuttered, she was used to it, but Donatello didn't seem like the screaming sort of type.

Michelangelo laughed nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck, his fingers also wrapping around the mask tails of his orange tail. Just like his brother. (Y/n) couldn't help but give a small smile at the realization, but concern took over her heart as she wondered what the screaming was about.

"Um.. It's probably just Raph.. They're trying to see if they should let you stay. They probably will!" He smiled reassuringly, clasping his hands together.

(Y/n) nodded and pushed herself off of the table and sat down in a more comfortable chair near the table. Her eyes narrowed as she sensed that the chair might've not been there before. She shifted herself on the chair, crossing her legs as she placed her hands in her lap.

(Y/n) pursed her lips as she realized something. Donatello had probably stayed at her side after knocking her out. Probably from guilt. She had not been expecting him to use a pressure point, but it would've been better than hitting her across the head with that large stick on his back... shell. (Y/n) said quietly in confusion as kicked she bounced her foot on the floor. Still, she was a suicidal nobody. He could've worked on one of the many experiments that were scattered across this lab of his. Why wait at her side, for possibly hours, and wait for her to wake up.

"So, (Y/n), what's your story? Donatello rushed off like mad during our patrol. He didn't even give us an explanation! Just said he 'saw something that he had to stop.' You must've been pretty important." Michelangelo blabbered away.
He asked, cocking his head at (Y/n). He wasn't be rude, he was being brutally honest. And that was what (Y/n) needed, for the truth to slap her across the face.

(Y/n) blinked away burning hot tears, pursing her lips into a grim look line. She realized what this mutant turtle in the purple bandana had done- he had saved her life. She felt mixed emotions as she twiddled her fingers, staring down at her clasped hands. Had she been important enough for this stranger to come and save her life? Had it been a coincidence? Out of all the people living in New York- the one with green skin and a weapon strapped across his shell had been the one to save her.

(Y/n) realized how stupid she was at that moment. Compared to Donatello- she was nothing. Her problems were microscopic compared to him. She had depression, she was sure he had loads of it. Patrol was what they did, patrol that lead to saving lives and losing others. He and his family were ninjas for gods sake! The way they moved, quick, with purpose, they way their trained eyes scanned the room for any danger. The way their metallic weapons clanked again their shell or belts. She was nothing. They meant everything.

Her suicide would have just been one of those stories that you see on tv. Where you pause for a moment and sigh, shaking your head for the loss of life and continue onward with your daily life.

(Y/n) was only fifteen, and her life would have been cut short just because she had chosen that day in particular to kill herself. The citizens that would be traumatized by seeing a young girl splatter against the floor. Her school mates from her old school, only murmuring about the quiet girl who missed so many days of school. The medics that would make it too late and only gaze at the young person that's life had been cut too short. The sanitary workers that would have to scrub yet another stain of blood off the streets of New York City.

(Y/n) would have been dead if it hadn't been for Donatello. She owed her life to him.

If it had not been for him, I, would have been dead.

Tears were let loose down the gentle cheeks of (Y/n), as the reality sunk in. She should have died. Her clasped hands shook as she squeezed her eyes shut, taking away the worried face of Mikey and replacing it with blackness. She started wiping away the tears, but every time she brushed away one, three more came to take its place. It was futile.

(Y/n) felt so small, foreign, and scared. She was utterly insignificant. There were hundreds of men and women who were raped and murdered, who were abused everyday, and she was the one who wanted to kill herself. Just because her best friend was dead, because her dad had divorced her mother and had completely forgotten about her, because her mother spat cruel words at her day after day, and her boyfriends always seemed to scan her body like she was a piece of meat. She wanted Donnie right now, he was now the only person in this world that she trusted- and she had only known him for a few mere hours.

Michelangelo wasn't sure what to do with this fragile girl. She seemed so delicate, so breakable. Mikey had had his ins with depression, sadness, he meant as he corrected himself. He always reminded himself that there was a line between deep depression and just feeling sad. Sometimes, he couldn't see the difference in himself.

Michelangelo straightened in alarm and held out his hands, freezing. He wasn't actually sure what to do. Touch her face? Wipe away her tears? Hug her? Mikey decided to go for the later. He gave (Y/n) a quick hug, pulling back with a frown.

"I-I'll get Donnie! He'll know what to do!" Panicked Mikey, talking mostly to himself. He turned around and ran out of the room, eyes wide. Maybe his brother could kiss her- that's what all the boys did to crying girls in the movie.

The younger mutant stepped outside of the lab to see a fight ensuing. It was hard to listen on to it sometimes- they were all just four very conflicting personalities. Most of the time, he and his brother clashed.

"Um... Guys?" Began Michelangelo, not sure how to interrupt. They were so loud that Mikey could barely hear his own voice. He already knew what they were arguing about.

It was (Y/n) of course, to Leonardo, Donatello had acted reckless and had ventured into a high traffic well lit area, just to save one girl. Sure, their jobs were saving lives- but sometimes nature just had to take its course.

"No- you don't understand Leo! She didn't want to die!" Cried Donnie in response to Leonardo's accusation.

"No! Listen to me! You don't know this girl at all. For all you know, this kid has been depressed all of her life! If it has taken years for her to get to this point- you can't just stop her Donnie! Do you think stopping the inevitable is going to change anything? If her depression has lasted years- you stopping her isn't going to change anything." The words spilled from Leonardo's mouth, full of passion and, sadly, the truth that Donnie did not want to hear. His voice grew softer as he spoke to his brother, arms crossed over his chest. Raphael sat on the couch, thinking as he glanced to the side at Mikey- who seemed to be doing the chicken dance as he waved his arms around.

"She might do it tomorrow, the next morning, or the day after tomorrow." For a moment, Leonardo turned his gaze downward, as if he was thinking about something. Then, he made eye contact with his brother and went back into leader mode. "Either way Donnie, you shouldn't have brought her to the lair. You know what Master Splinter said- this isn't a place for you to bring in whoever you like."

"I know- I know." Sighed Donnie, rubbing the side of his face with a hand. "I just, had a feeling about her. When I saw her there, I couldn't stop myself. Leo- I couldn't just watch someone die." Donnie said, with a pleading tone as he stared at his brother. The two brothers stared at each other in silent agreement.

Then, Leonardo sighed and turned his head to look at Mikey. "What is it Mikey?" Leo gave Mikey the stare an exhausted father would give a giddy toddler.

"Okay, okay, okay, SO!" Started Michelangelo, inhaling deeply to start his rant. "I was talking to the girl and we gave each other names, her name is (Y/n) it's so pretty, and I asked her- 'hey what did Donnie save you from?'" Mikey said, his voice changing into a gruff accent. "And THEN... She just started crying." Mikey said a wince, holding up his open palms as he shrugged.

"Well Mikey, she's been through a lot-" Leonardo started, somehow trying to explain that this girl had tried to commit suicide- when Donatello took off running into lab. It was shocking as it happened so quickly, Leonardo blinking for a few moments and staring at the spot his lanky younger brother had been standing only moments ago.

Donnie skidded to a stop inside the lab, right in front of the cold metal table that (Y/n) sat upon. Inside of his head, he cursed himself for not putting the girl he had just saved from a traumatic experience on the many warm cots he had in his lab for medical reasons. Donatello could already see the symptoms of an impending panic attack consuming (Y/n). Her hands trembled, she shook uncontrollably, her breath was labored and hitched, and she seemed disoriented. Tears streamed down her cheeks unchecked. Her eyes shot open, the vibrant (e/c) irises fluttering around the lab and fixating on him. "D..." She choked out.

Donnie shook her head and gently used a hand to shut her eyes and firmly grasping her shaking shoulders. "No, no, (Y/n), keep your eyes shut. I want you to breath in with me, alright? Deeply, but as gently as you can through your nose, with me." He said in his doctor voice. April enjoyed hearing it, calling it sexy- maybe (Y/n) would enjoy it too.

"One... Two... Three... Four... Five." Donnie said, breathing in with (Y/n), and breathing out in ten seconds. They repeated this exercise as (Y/n) visibly calmed down, the tears on her cheeks drying.

She opened her eyes, a shy smile on her face as she looked at him. "Thank you... I don't know what came over me." Said (Y/n) truthfully, feeling his heavy strong three fingered hands never leave her shoulders.

Donnie gave her a smile back, pulling away his hands slowly. "It's fine, you're just overwhelmed. Attempted suicide, meeting four large terrifying ninja turtles in one night." He chuckled.

"Suicide attempt?" Said Mikey, peering around the doorway along with his two other very nosy brothers.

"Yeah." Said (Y/n), bowing her head quietly, picking at her cuticles. Saying it out loud made it even more real for her.

"Suicide by jumping off a building. What a way to go." Snorted Raphael, shaking his head as he walked around the wall and into the doorway, crossing his arms as he stared at the girl who sat on the metal table.

"Yeah," Repeated (Y/n). "It is." She said, staring at the unknown red masked turtle judging her. There was a silence as Leonardo also walked around to stand next to his brother, clearing his throat.

"My name is Leonardo, and this is Raphael." Introduced Leo, giving (Y/n) a kind smile.

"Raph, just Raph." Grunted Raphael, scanning the room, avoiding eye contact with (Y/n), being less courteous than his older brother.

"Well it's nice to meet you both." Smiled (Y/n), tilting her head at Raphael. He was going to be very interesting to deal with.

"Sorry about the storming in, yelling, and fight." Said Leonardo apologetically. "We just don't get a lot of girls, down here in the sewers."

"A lot of girls?" Asked (Y/n) confused and a little terrified.

"Yeah! We have a friend named April and she's awesome. She has crazy red hair and loves to laugh and hangs around Donnie a lot! She brings me twinkies and Cheetos and sometimes that's what I eat ALL day- except when I cook. 'Cause if it wasn't for me no one here would eat a REAL meal, I'm the only cook. Our sensei Can but he's always meditating, so. Leo burns everything, Raph doesn't like to cook, and I think Donnie puts drugs in our food." Ranted Mikey, sitting next to (Y/n) on the table, swinging his legs around happily.

(Y/n) smiled and nodded as she listened on to Mikey, slowly tuning him out. She glanced at Donnie who was listening to Mikeys crazy rant.

Just who was this April?

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"I am alone, and I always will be."
~(Y/n) (L/n)