With All My Spark → Transformers

Funeral Frenemies

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

Two weeks and two long ass autopsies was all it took for me to get to where I was now. If I was going to be honest, these past two weeks have been nothing but pure hell for me. Since I "ended" things with Ironhide, things have been so much different. Yeah, I had Mikaela, Leo, Adalyn, and my dad with me, but I just felt so alone, even with the company they gave me.

I couldn't sleep or anything. Most of the times I spent my nights awake, sitting outside on my balcony just staring up at the sky, the tears streaming down my face. If I was lucky, I could get a good two hours of sleep a night, but even then I still struggled to completely fall asleep. I mostly just wanted to keep the nightmares away, but no matter what I did to try and prevent them, they always returned, making my subconscious one of the scariest settings I've ever been to.

I spent my days in the bathroom, leaning over the toilet to expel whatever was inside my body. It was mostly bile though; I hadn't had a proper meal in weeks. I really did wish that I could eat something, but I didn't have the energy to even think about eating. The only thing I really put into my system was water and to me that was as good as it could get although it did come up several hours later along with the rest of my fucking stomach lining.

This was the worst I had ever been. My dad, whenever he, Adalyn, and Mikaela weren't down at the funeral home had spent the better part of two weeks trying to comfort me when it was really the both of us who should have been comforting each other. Nothing worked for me though; there was no possible way that I could get through this. I've been trying my absolute best, but sometimes your best isn't exactly enough.

For the past two weeks, my mind had been centered solely around my mother and baby sister. I never got the chance to say goodbye to either of them and the worst part of it was the voice mail I received from my mom just minutes before she was attacked. It had shattered me in more ways than a person could be shattered. I just didn't understand why this had to happen to me. I didn't understand why anything bad ever had to happen to me. It wasn't fair and having my very innocent mother and sister taken away from me most certainly wasn't fair. Annabelle was only five years old. She was the happiest little girl I knew and she absolutely loved her life and everyone around her. She was so excited to learn how to fight like me and everything, but now she didn't get to. My mom was of course not five years old, but she still had the rest of her life ahead of her. She had a loving husband and two daughters who loved her more than anything in the world, but she never got to see how it would all turn out.

At least I knew now what exactly had happened to them. It didn't make me feel any better about the situation, but it was just good to know what had happened that fateful day. My mom had several lacerations covering the entirety of her body, there was a fracture in her skull which led to bleeding on her brain, and she also had seven broken ribs which punctured one of her lungs. Annabelle's injuries were a lot less dire, but they were dire enough that they would kill a five year old girl. She had a gunshot wound to her shoulder, and a stab wound in her abdomen. What actually made them die so slowly was the odd amount of radiation in their system. That was all the information I needed to know that it was a Decepticon who had done this to them.

My dad may have been right when he told me he didn't believe that I could ever get through this completely without Ironhide, but I was trying. I was failing at it, but I was still trying. That's all that mattered to me.

This lead to one of the hardest days of my life though: saying goodbye to two of my favorite people in the world. My father and I, along with Adalyn and our closest friends sat in the very front of the funeral home as it was customary for families and friends of the deceased to do so. There were quite a lot of people in here. I had no clue who most of them were; all I knew is that they were close friends of my mom and people who worked with my mom. There were also a few of Annabelle's preschool friends here with their parents as well as her babysitter who loved Anna so much. The only people here I actually knew were of course my dad, Adalyn, Mikaela, Leo, Sam, Carly, Epps, Monique, my dad's soldiers and the Autobots. Well, most of the Autobots. I hadn't seen Optimus, Ironhide, the Wreckers, or even Ratchet today. Ratchet had taken off to help them clean up Chicago about a week ago, and I assumed that's where they still were. Sam's parents and Braelynn's parents had even managed to make it out here, so there were four more people that I knew.