• Useless,Useless, Useless, USELESS*

He hisses, pencil roughy scratching paper as he goes into another blank mind, we’re he once again couldn’t finish another draft. Half finished of the engine he wanted to replace for he turtle tank just mocks him as he glares at it, wanting to drill the damn white sheet, feeling his eyes twitch and he rubs it with the rough palm of his hands. His eyes sting, too much radioactive light hit from the endless staring on his computer. His bone cracks as he simply leans backward, feeling frustrated again, feeling that useless weakness creep in his skin as hours pass by without a single full drawn project. He crumbles the paper, throws it into the pile of the over flowing trashcan and proceeds to doing it again

Write, Erase, Crumble Again Again And again

Donnie wasn’t the only one who is tittering in the edge. Leo starts to get too serious and paranoid as he still recovers from his injuries far worse then the rest of them. Raph still feels guilty and can’t even be with the other without being jumpy and so heartbreakingly careful. And Mikey is out frequently to be in a daily check up because of his mystic illness from the little stunt he pulled to save Leo from the prison dimension, while also keeping the family together. April and Casey jr were the only one who barely changed at all, good for them really. He just wants to help, be less helpless and useless, his injuries were still healing and he couldn’t even wear his battleshell from all the scars and cracks on his shell. The stupid wall in front of him covered more and more of the white ghostly half finished sheets of his angry creation, he wants to rip it all to shreds, but he couldn’t, it was still his work

Knock

“What?”

He snaps, teeth gritting, kept scribbling on his notepad and paper without even motioning for look at the door. He hears…you, oh right, your frequent visits, it’s always the same. Watch over him, check up on his health, blah the same same. That what best friends do, yeah, friends