Sorry this is extremely short cause it's just an epilogue and I dont want to give too big of a preview. Also, I ran out of ideas without giving away too much info and without using what I want to use in chapter 1 so look out for the story "sorry, bro" that I'll release soon. Peace out!

With Raph awake, everyone gathered in his room. Leo breathed in deeply, bracing himself to give the torturous explanation to his family. Leo was about to tell his family about being stabbed, when Raph quietly cut in.

"Bro, can I… not listen to this? I…I don't want to…remember…" Raph trailed off, images of Leo's eyes flashing through his mind.

His hazel eyes were filled with pain, hurt…torture.

"Raph, I…I can't do this alone. I need a friend, a brother to be here with me because re-telling everything is as painful to me as hearing it all over again is to you," Leo said, sincerety in his voice and eyes.

Raph inhaled deeply before nodding, knowing he wouldn't want to be in Leo's shoes so the least he could do was stand by him. As the explanation went on, Don found him staring at the floor, head hung in shame, guilt and self-disgust.

Murderer

He had called his own brother a murderer! All assumptions, that wasn't like him! He, of all people, knew that you need cold hard facts or else it was just…wrong! And yet Raphael, the stubborn hot-head, had forgiven him. A small smile played across his lips as he took comfort in that thought, unknowing of the nightmares that will come as darkness ensued along with sleep.

(weeks later)

It was a typical Sunday.

Since the brothers had no training, Don was fixing the toaster Mikey had broken, again. Somehow, there was a shuriken inside it.

The youngest turtle was relaxing by playing video games. But in the kitchen, things weren't as typical.

"Why'd you always gotta be so perfect, Fearless?"

"Perfect? Hey, I gotta train hard to make up for any slack from the rest of you!" Leo protested.

Don had just entered for a cup of coffee when he heard the argument.

Argument…

Images of the incident entered his mind. Voices…his voice. Arguing with Leo…blaming Raph…Cries…Mikey's at night…nightmares...suicide, death.

Don closed his eyes as darkness engulfed his vision. The argument slowly faded as the two arguing turtle watched their purple-banded brother clutch his head as he cringed in pain at the memories. Soon, the tortured turtle collapsed to the ground an all of his brother's voices faded away…