A/N: A lot has been happened the past couple of weeks and I decided to write this when I wasn't doing anything during class. This suggests some dark themes and subtly mentions suicide/self-harm.

Cussing loudly, he glances down to find the red button on his phone screen to end the call. Trying the take a couple deep breaths, Raphael attempts to calm his racing thoughts and quick breathing as he dials a familiar (but different) number. With his feet carrying him out of the old warehouse by the practically abandoned docks that he has called home, the mutant turtle lifts the device to his ear, becoming annoyed with the ringing. The bright lights illuminating front the tall building light up the night sky, seeming to show Raphael the way to his old home. He finds himself chanting for someone to please answer.

"Raph?"

"Donnie!" Raph exclaims, happy to hear another voice. "Have you heard from Leo lately?"

"Um, not really-"

"Do you know where he is or what he is doing?"

"Isn't he home?" His brother asks, confusion and worry starting to show in his voice.

"That's what I'm trying to find out; I'm calling Mikey." Raphael didn't even say "Goodbye" before he ended the call and began to dial his other brother's phone. He feels as if he was racing against time itself. Swallowing hard, he pushes his feet to move quicker than they ever had before, trying not to imagine what he might walk in on when he reaches the sewers.

"Hey, Raphie! What's up?" Michelangelo answers, his voice sounding tired but somehow holding its cheerful attitude.

"Have you talked to Leo at all?"

"Not for awhile," he explains. "He called me a couple days ago and we talked about when we were little and stuff."

Finally, Raphael may get some of the answers he desperately craves for. "Did he sound weird or different or anything?" he asked anxiously.

"Um," Mikey thinks for a minute, "a little, I guess. He didn't sound to weird, but the whole conversation was kind of random I guess. Why?"

"I'll explain later. Thanks for letting me know, Mike," he tells before hanging up, once again attempting to call his older brother.

The speaker continues to imitate the cursed ringing, no one answering. Just like ten previous times he tried to call, Raphael is taken to voicemail, hearing his brother' voice only through a recording. Another string of curses escape his lips but he doesn't give up trying to reach Leonardo.

Thunder can be heard in the distance as water droplets begin to fall from the dark clouds in the sky, slowly creating the rooftops wet and slippery. Despite the threat of slipping and falling, Raphael doesn't slow down his pace or stop in his tracks; instead, his feet continue to carry his body through the city. He can feel his heart pounding with nervous energy throughout his body as large amounts of air enter and escape his lungs through pants. When his phone notifies him that his genius brother is calling him, Raph ignores the call before continuing to attempt to reach his brother in blue.

Two more times, the mutant turtle is taken to voicemail. Sliding to a stop, Raphael looks down the side of the roof to spot the lonely manhole cover resting in the alley below, almost seeming to call to him urgently. Jumping down onto the fire escape, Raph quickly moves to the ground. Unfortunately, thanks to the rain that is continuing to fall, he slips on a metal rung and falls, landing on an innocent dumpster resting next to the building. The world around him spins slightly before he is able to shake his head and clear his vision. Pushing down the nausea that was beginning to travel up his throat, Raphael pushes himself out of the trash and into the cement street, holding his phone as if it were a lifeline.

Once he reaches the familiar sewer tunnel and returns the cover to its original spot, he dials the same number again as he makes his way to the Lair. "Please answer, Leo," he mutters quietly, unable to stop the fear mixing with the anger in his voice. "Please, just answer your phone."

He is met with no reply besides the ringing and his brother's voicemail. Swallowing hard, Raphael makes a right turn, his wet feet almost skipping again in the concrete floor. It is becoming harder for him to keep the panic from entering his mind. A memory of Master Splinter comes from the deep reaches of his memories, reminding Raphael of when his father taught him and his brothers how panic and fear can cloud even the clearest of minds. After witnessing the memory of his childhood, he wondered if his father ever considered this scenario during that lesson.

The Lair's entrance finally came into view causing Raphael to let out a small sigh of relief and out his phone into his belt. Shouting his brother's name, he begins to search the home, looking for any source of life. The kitchen appears empty and bare, as if no one has sat at the table in years. There is a thin layer of dust over the television next to the remote, creating no noise to fill the silence. The Dojo is the only thing that seems to hold any evidence of life. Weapons lay everywhere, on the floor or spots they didn't belong to. It almost seems as if there was a battle, or a careless child grabbed everything they could before throwing them, being too lazy to put them where they found them. With quick, searching eyes, Raphael could not find his brother and left the room to travel upstairs to Leonardo's room.

Leo's door was already wide open, allowing Ralph to slide into the room before coming to an abrupt stop. For the first time (as far as Raphael can remember) he finds his brother's room a mess. Large books that once rested on the bookshelf are no scattered throughout the room, some open with wrinkled papers while other are closed and covered with dust. Blankets and pillows are piled on the bed, making it messy and unmade. It is a great contract with the bed Raphael is use to seeing, the blankets smooth and the pillows perfectly stacked against each other. The only thing that has seemed to stay the same are the two sharp Katana blades, resting on the other side of the room in their twin sheaths. Just as he turns to leave, his eyes catch the color red. Focusing his attention on them, Raphael discovers bandages and Kleenexes coated and speckled with blood, laying on top of each other in the small trash bin resting in the corner of the room. His breathing comes to a halt, dread entering and filling his heart. It only takes a moment before Raphael takes off again, becoming even more determined to find his brother.

Running through the hallway, he discovers light escaping from underneath the bathroom door. Relief and panic both crash on top of him, causing him to move towards the closed door before banging on it loudly with his fist. There is no reply, nothing stopping the silence from growing.

"Leo? Open the door! It's Raph!" he calls from the other side, swallowing and trying to keep the fear from showing in his voice. Again, he receives no reply; becoming worried and impatient, he reaches for the door knob, shaking and turning it to only find it locked. No longer caring about keeping his composure, he lets out a light growl before banging against the door hard again. "Leo!" Raphael cries out desperately. "Please answer! Please, just answer me!"

A/N: For now, that is going to be the end of this story. Let me know what you think!