WARNING : This comic and the fic it belongs to is rated PG13 for adult themes. Such as, heavy violence, alcohol/drug abuse, physical abuse, talks or acts of suiside, sexual themes, and strong language.
Based on a fanfic that I am co-writing with Culinary-Alchemist
TMNT:: One Small Turtle: Helping MikeyA/N: I am giving you a warning there is talk/action of suicide in this fic. (this is my AU fic)
It has been one year to the day that Splinter died. All week Mikey had kept himself locked up in his room leaving his brothers concerned. They knew Mikey had attempted suicide before they were afraid it would happen again.
Mikey looked around his room holding the kunai in his hand. “Father should be alive, not me,” Mikey said drawing a line across his wrist and watching the blood drip down. “I should have died the day the Kraang left me,” Mikey drew another line across his wrist, “I should have died that day on the room with Raph,” again he drew a line, “I should have died that time I was six on the walk with sensei,” he drew two line, he used his father’s name, “I should have died when Karai poisoned me,” Mikey drew another line, “why am I even alive?” He laid flat on his plastron and slipped under his bed, where
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