Raph, Don, and Mikey ran out when the police arrived. They were all ready defend Leo when they saw him sobbing, his heart wrenching cry made them freeze in place.
"No! Please, he's sober! I've finally got my father back!"
They watched in pure horror as the police left and Leo sunk to his knees. His shoulders were racked with sobs and his wrists were an angry red.
"What have we done?" Mikey whispered.
Leo slowly looked up and met their tear filled eyes.
"How did they find him?" He asked to no one in particular.
No one spoke, too guilty to break Leo's heart more.
"I don't know." Raph lied. They walked over to Leo and brought their arms around him. Leo buried his face into Raph's shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.
"I'm so sorry, Leo. Really and truly. Now lets get you home, it's been a rough day." Mikey said.
They walked home in silence. The decently short walk to Raph's house seemed to an eternity. When they entered the house, Leo went over to the couch and curled into a tight ball. After mere minutes, he was asleep. His cheeks were stained with tears and even closed, everyone could see the puffiness of his eyes. Once Raph's mom and dad heard what had happened, they called the school to talk about Mr. Rogers. They turned on the TV to see something that angered them to the point of screaming.
A news report was on and Samuels face flared on the screen.
'Child abuser, Samuel Itami, was caught at his traumatized son's school. It seemed as though he was about to harm the boy, Leonardo Itami, once more when the police arrived on the scene. He will be given trial and most likely will serve a ten year sentence in prison.'
Raph walked in, his face was contorted in hate at the screen. Mikey and Don followed quickly.
"How could they say that?! He was sober?!" Raph screamed, remembering Leo's chocked out cry. His heart broke at the memory, he knew he had caused it.
Raph's loud scream caused the thin boy on the couch to stir. He rubbed his eyes and stared at the headline on the screen. His eyes immediately widened and his skin turned as pale as a ghost. He ran to the bathroom without a glance to anyone.
"****" Raph muttered. "We need to help him,"
"Mrs. Jones, is there anything sharp in the bathroom?!" Don asked frantically.
"I don't know, Casey's razor." Angel said quickly.
"****" Raph cursed again before running to the bathroom door. "Leo! Come on, open up."
No reply came.
"Leo... open the door." Don said cautiously.
"Leo... please, please open up." Mikey cried.
Finally, a small voice came from the bathroom, "Raph, Don, Mikey, come in here, sorry Mr. and Mrs. Jones."
Angel and Casey backed away as the three boys entered the now unlocked bathroom. They saw something they would never forget.
Leo was curled in the corner, holding the razor blade to his wrist, three fresh cuts already bleeding, overlapping the old ones. His other hand held the razor and was shaking. He looked up, his eyes filled with the horrid memories, both fresh and old.
"Help me," he whispered.
Raph walked to the side of Leo and pried the bloodied razor from his fingers. Mikey hugged Leo in the tightest hug possible and Don checked out his wrist to make sure it was okay.
"Leo... why?" Mikey cried.
"I..." Leo whispered, his voice was as faint as a whisper, "It represents me. Every cut represents a bad day, then it fades and I think things will get better, then it gets worse. Every time I cut, I get deeper. It is me... my life."
Raph, Don and Mikey stared at him, their eyes overflowing with sympathetic tears, but the reflection showed shock and hurt.
"Leo, talk to us. Self harm isn't the answer." Don begged, his eyes held pleading. But continued to be drawn to the scarred wrist.
"I... I..." Leo stuttered, "I know,"
"Then why do you do it, if you know it's wrong?" Raph asked.
"That's just... please leave me alone." Leo whispered.
"With the razor and your fingernails and some other potentially sharp objects? No way, Leo." Mikey said. The hurt and disbelief that flashed across Leo's face made Mikey immediately regret the way he had put the sentence. "Ugh, I'm sorry, Leo."
"It's fine, whatever, okay? Now please, I'll go in a different room, just please leave me in peace?" Leo asked, the pain in his voice reflected on his face.
"Okay, Leo, but, please, don't... you know" Don said.
"I won't." He whispered.
The three boys left the room, leaving Leo staring at the discarded razor. Determined not to break his promise as the pain and need for release grew worse.