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Collection OS TMNT 2012 (english)

Summary:

I was bored so I wrote different OS of each turtle.

Notes:

Hi guys ! This first OS is about mikey ! Enjoy !

(sorry my english probably suck)

Chapter 1: Control

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He felt empty. So empty…

 

He put a cold slice of pizza in his mouth. Why heat it up ? He’s gonna eat it anyway.

 

His heart was tight… compressed to the point where he was thinking : is it gonna tear up ?

He hopes not. Even an idiot, stupid and useless, like him need it.

 

An ugly sob came out of him, while tears started to roll down his cheeks, his face turning into an expression of despair.

 

Another slice of pizza was swallowed, not even chewed, and soon, he couldn’t control his actions, keeping eating désesperatly without counting the amount of food ingested.

 

Why counting ? It’s not like he cared.

 

It’s not like they’re gonna care. They never did. They never will. He learned this fact the harsh way. In the best case they’re going to stare at him with this look of disappointment, obstructing his throat by the same occasion, stoping him from breathing a heavy weight crushing his ribs.

 

His brothers were out without him. Again.

 

They were no slice of pizza left. He had to keep eating. It wasn’t enough.

He felt so empty… hollow. He had to eat. He NEEDED it. Maybe it could help to fill this gaping hole in him ? Who knows ?

 

He knows this wouldn’t work… After all, it wasn’t his first breakdown.

 

He wasn’t the best partner but at the point to leave him behind ?

 

He opened the cabinet grabbing everything he could find and putting it into his mouth, almost choking by the same occasion.

 

It’s the 3rd time this week. The 3rd time they left him alone.

 

Salt and sweet started to mix together. The taste was no longer important. He just had to eat. Everything would be better, right ?

 

He knows it wasn’t gonna get better.

 

So he ate again and again. The paper and other packing pile up around him, like a mound of bodies.

 

He let himself fall to the ground, screaming, crying, scratching to the point of bleeding. He doesn’t care. He wanted his brothers ! Another shriek came out of his shaking body.

 

Why is he so useless ? If he hadn't made as many mistakes, maybe his brother would love him…

 

If he was better, his brothers would have loved him.