Gone human (A transformers G1 fan fic)

Chapter 15

Taylor's P.O.V

I was lost in darkness, Just standing there not able to move or speak.
"What happened to me? Where am I? Why am I like this?" I keep continually asking myself but not able to think of any answers.
Soon, the blackness faded a bit but I was at my old home in Ohio. I saw 6 year old me come rushing downstairs.
'This must be a memory' I tell myself.
I watched silently as 6 year old me ran into a womans arms. The woman looked a lot like me, the same dark brown hair, the same green eyes, our faces even looked alike.
I recognized the woman as my mother. Seeing this brought tears to my eyes. 'Oh, how much I miss her'
Two more more people came in. One of them was a 2 year old Shaye stumbling over to our mother and younger me. The other was a man with light brown hair and hazel eyes, a lot like Shaye. This man was my father.
This made me cry even more.
"I miss them both"
The image started to fade and was replaced with a new one.
This time the memory was more recent...the day my parents died. Past me was in the back seat with my headphones in playing music, blocking out the sound of my parents fighting up front.
That wasn't the best year I had. My parents fought a lot and the year ended in my parents death.
All of the sudden the cars tires screeched as the car tryed to stop but it was to late. The car had already collied was another truck. The crash totaled the front of the car where my parents were, the back and middle barely damaged. I was safe in the back, my parents on the other end wear dead quiet and cold. Past me cried out their names but there was no answer.
This image was horrifying to watch again. I broke down crying into my hands and fell to my knees. When I removed my hands I was at another setting, my parents furnal.
I saw me in a long black dress in the corner quiet and distant looking. My parents death had taken a great toll on me for a while, same with my sister. Shaye was a crying mess. She was sitting down in a bench with our grandmas arms wrapped around her.
I watched myself throughout the whole memory. The me at the funeral stayed in the corner with a blank expression. I looked like a empty body, with no mind our heart. That was also the day my sister went to live with our grandparents and the day I began to live by myself.
Once again, the image faded and brought me to a new one. This memory was actually very recent, only a few months before I found the autobots. I was in the bathroom staring at myself in the mirror. The me in the image began to tear.
"Why do I have to look so much like her!!!" She screamed and grabbed a pair of scissors that were on the sink. She grabed a chunk of her hair and cut it angrily.
I remember this memory all to well. I had got mad at myself for looking to much like my mother and I cut my hair short to try to be less like her...It didn't help much.
The me in the memory finished cutting her hair and screamed in frustration,dropping the scissors. She looked in the mirror and saw her hair was a lot shorter, cut at odd lengths and angles.
"I still look like her!"Past me screamed and barged out of the bathroom.
The image faded and this time stayed black. Once again I was lost in the blackness. I never actually realized how much the bots...and perhaps the cons...actually changed me. They actually changed me back to who I was before my parents death.
'I'll have to thank them' I told myself.
I sat on my knees for who knows how long before everything went white....
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