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

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,

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