Donnie's POV

I woke up to someone cooing and sat up, groaning. Yesterday's memories were all too clear and I grumbled nonsense as I put on some random shell armor. I head out into the kitchen and spot Mikey making something. "Mornin' Donnie!" I nod at him, "Morning." Leo walked in and forced a smile, "Hey, bro. How'd you sleep?" I shrugged, "Like a rock, I guess." Leo nodded, "Uh-huh, uh-huh, cool. So, finally wanna talk about what's wrong?" I roll my eyes, "No."

Mikey yelps, "AGH- Sorry, oil pop. It burned me, um, carry on..?" I snort, "I don't think we will. What're you making anyway?" Leo huffs, "Can't ignore me forever, Donnie!" I smirk, "Watch me, bucko." I promptly turn around and march to the living room. "Hey, Don..." I stare at April who's busy chatting with Raph. I wave at her, "Hey..." 

She purses her lips, "Look, about yesterday..." I stop her, "It's fine." I really don't wanna talk about it. I speedwalk back to the kitchen and look for something to eat. Raph follows me and taps my arm, "Hey, I'm heading out, okay?" I shove a pop-tart into my mouth and nod stiffly. "We're yo goin'?" My voice is slightly muffled, but he understands anyway.

He just smiles, "Somewhere."

Raph's POV

I'm gonna find the pig who hurt you. I walk out and start my search, I don't want to let hate take over, but what he did is unforgivable.

Donnie's POV

This might as well be worse than death. How am I supposed to live with this? Stop being dramatic, people have it worse than you! Think of the poor little girls or the boys who are killed afterward! I frown, but it's still not okay. Severe or not, I'm not okay. Someone wanted to use my body against my will... And I don't know how to get help. 

I inhale deeply, it isn't my fault. I never set up MeatSweats to do that. Heck, I wish I was never there. But... why can't I say anything about it..?