Short Story On Shredder

('It's my fault...He did it for me...Because I wouldn't be strong enough to take on Shredder...') Low sobs slowly became louder. He tried to stifle them in the pillow but he didn't have the energy. Soon enough his eyes closed, his sobs depleted and he fell asleep.
Donnie had went out to the garage, working blankly on the truck as his thoughts focused on his oldest brother and the events that had overcome him. Raph was outside, trying his best to murder an innocent tree. His fists were bloodied and bruised, sweat dripped down his forehead as he struggled not to cry.
"Those. Fucking. Bastards!" He cursed out with each hit, a large dent the size of his fist in the center of the wood. "I'm gonna kill 'em all! I'm gonna skin 'em with my sai's

until their blood drippin' through my fingers!" He sneered at his invisible opponent, dropping to his knees as tears streamed down his face. He clutched his throbbing knuckles as he stumbled over to the shied Donnie was working in.
"Don?" He mumbled lightly as he dropped, exhausted, into one of the chairs.

The genius brother spun around, sighing at the sight of Raph's hands.
"You okay, Raph?" He muttered lightly as he picked his hands up, wiping away the blood with a cloth.
"...No! I wanna go back ta New York and skin Shredder alive!" He said angrily, looking off to the side.
"Believe me, we all do, Raph. I want nothing more than to make that dick pay, but we can't do that to Leo right now. He's not in the physical state, let alone mentally. We don't know what would happen if he sees him again, and we can't take that chance. And that's just him, the three of us aren't any better. Mikey's blaming himself, though he won't say it, he is. You're emotionally unstable and I'm not any better than you. We can't do that." Donnie responded as he wrapped his older brother's hand. "Give it a few days, try not to punch anything, okay?" Raph nodded, sighing.
"Why 'id they hava do that!? Out of all the things Shredder coulda done, why'd he have to do that! ...We can fix him,

right?"
"We can try, Raph...But this isn't like losing a fight...He was sexual violated...I have been reading up on things we can try to do to help."
"Like what?" A small voice came from the door, causing the other two to jump.

Mikey smiled nervously at them as he walked in slowly. Donnie moved over on the old couch April had moved out there for him, staring sadly at his littler brother as he sat down.
"Well, according to studies, the victim believes it's their fault, as we already witnessed. So we've gotta help him believe that it wasn't his fault, that it was Shredder's doing and his choice, not Leo's." He started as he pulled the computer into his lap. His large fingers scrolling down the page. "He's going to have to rebuild feelings of trust, safety, control and self-worth,"
"Self-worth?" Mikey leaned against the worn out

fabric.
"Yea, that would normally explain why he felt the need to harm himself but..." He stopped, a feeling settling in his stomach.
"What're ya not tellin' us, Don?"
Donnie sighed, avoiding his brothers eyes. "He had more scars...That were made from self harming..."
"What's that mean?" Mikey asked nervously, his eyes were widened.
"This isn't the first time he's...Cut himself," Donnie whispered out, staring at the screen.
"On purpose..." Mikey murmurer, tears fillings his eyes.
"Yea...And it says that, with this happening, he's got a higher risk of depression, anxiety, self-loathing, suicidal thoughts/actions, stuff like that. He's more likely to try this again, and there's a chance he won't call one of us next time."
"Ya mean Fearless would try n ki...Kill 'imself?" Raph muttered, his eyes flickering violently around the room.
"It's likely, people who get.." Donnie cleared his throat. "Raped or sexually assaulted, they tend to be more suicidal and depressed. They have nightmares about the event, blaming themselves. He probably thinks that he deserved that Shredder did to him, that he physically begged for it."
Michelangelo's eye ridge scrunched together. "Why would he think that?"
"Because that's how he blames himself, thinking that what happened he deserved. Like he was asking for it."
"How do we make him not feel like that?"
"We just have to be patient with him, if not...His depression'll get worse," Donnie said as he wrapped an arm around Mikey's shaking shoulders.
"And if he's depression gets worse...He'll do (that) again..." The youngest murmured out, staring sadly at the door. "Do you think he's okay right now?" Raph nodded, sitting between his brothers. He wrapped his arms around them, gripping Donnie's shell tightly.
"He's gonna be okay, Mikey...We're gonna be here for him....And we'll make it through this, and then we'll go back to New York and get Masta Splinta and beat the shit outta scarface!" He kissed the crying boy lightly on the head as he stared in front of him. "Everythin's gonna be alight..."