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 My hands trembled trying to keep the bottle steady…well into my fifth bottle I could barely think…that’s the damn problem. Why can’t I calm down…why can’t I forget all the crap in my life? Why doesn’t it work as easily anymore? The first time it didn’t take long…I could sleep…I could breathe…I didn’t have to care about anything anymore. But now even my damn lips are quivering. Thank god I can lock my door, if they walked in I’d only be more of a disappointment to everyone. I hate this fucking world. I hate it all. We’re monsters why does it only bother me?!

The cold couldn't keep us out anyway A/N: Okay, before anyone asks me about it, yes I know that I am writing another story, but I actually plan on deleting it and maybe upload it later when I have more inspiration for it. I had ideas for it before but now I just don't. Instead I plan on uploading my re-write of my TMNT-Frozen story, so be sure to look out for that. But I thought I should give you something and I came up with this. OBS! This one-shot takes place about a week after my first TMNT-Frozen story, The Winter Storm of My Brother's Heart, ended. So if you haven't read that story, you probably won't understand a lot of what they're tal

  When Leonardo was still quite young, he asked his father in private what their family would do if ever the old rat died. Splinter sighed and placed his tea on the table before them, "For now you need not consider such things, for I am strong and healthy still. I will deliberate upon this and provide you instruction in time." The little boy nodded and watched his father with sad wide eyes until the time to prepare for bed, and as is the way of children, forgot his question in time. Splinter never did.  Finally, Splinter felt the time had come to address the troubling issue, to help ensure the safety and unity of his children as they grew.