Transformers: This Is Crazy

Chapter XXX

Politics

Selena's P.O.V.

If there is one thing I learned from my parents that makes sense would be about how 'you'- a normal civilian who knows absolutely nothing about the world- will always be fucked (the word 'fucked' wasn't in my dad's vocabulary when he said it, but I know he would have said it) by politicians, adulthood, and the world.

At first, that didn't make sense, but as I sat down on the ground and finished up eating an MRE (Meal Ready to Eat) and drink water from the Niagara plastic water bottle, I totally felt fucked by all those three reasons to be fucked with.

"I wonder where they're holding mom and dad," Sam said beside me. He was playing with his water bottle, flipping it up and side to side.

I shrugged and nibbled on the chocolate candy bar that came with the meal. "Dunno. But I bet they're getting better treatment than us." I said. My temple still ached dully, a big bandage sticking there to cover and heal the bleeding wound.

After we were taken inside, where a medical tent was already set up, the injured were sent in and treated for their wounds. We weren't allowed to freshen up, meaning to clean our faces and look presentable in front of the politicians. It took a while, removing all the dirt and dried blood that stuck to our skin. The showers were hardly enough to be used to clean up since the water would stop after five minutes, but I'd take what I was given.

We were all given new clothes to wear and had us put our 'battle' clothes inside a plastic bag, which we were given the option to throw away. I threw mines away but kept my satchel while Sam kept his sweater for some odd reason. Something about being a reminder of his death.

Anyways, we weren't allowed inside the meeting room where the politicians, the Autobots, and other war generals and captains were at. We were basically nothing to them, I guess since no one cared to invite us in.

"What do you think they're talking about in there?" Mikaela asked, biting into a spoonful of macaroni. Sam shrugged and lazily picked up his bottle, which had tipped over.

"Don't know. It's their first time meeting an alien. Maybe they're talking about making an agreement." He said.

I was barely paying attention. With so much that had happened today and way too much running for me, my body was telling me that it was time to shut down and sleep. But I couldn't. Not when I kept thinking about Bee, and what was going to happen next.

Mikaela had asked a really important question, yet it didn't cover everything. What was going to happen next? What were they talking about in there? Are we going to be sworn in to never talk about this to anyone or to ourselves ever again?

I took another bite from my chocolate bar and let it melt in my mouth. Maybe something good will happen and we won't have to worry about anything else.

"Hey, does anyone know what happened to Bee?" Sam asked, but he was mostly staring at me.

"Oh, Ratchet told me that he was going to fix up his legs after he got the right tools and help he needed. Something about having his legs and this being an opportunity to repair him." I said.

I was scared and frustrated when Ratchet was preparing to take Bee from me. With so much stress, I didn't want to be separated from him and saw Ratchet as a threat. Turns out rational thinking doesn't work well with sleep deprivation.

I slumped further against the wall and took another bite from the candy bar.

"Oh. Okay. I was wondering because I haven't seen him at all." Sam said. He then commenced with his bottle flipping. We all sat in silence as we ate and did nothing.