Unforeseen

Chapter 26

I don't own Transformers, only my OC's.

Chapter 26

My feet were killing me. As expected I was left walking back to town on my own. It was not Chromia's fault however, it had been my decision. With so much going through my head I figured it would do me some good.

I had miscalculated.

Having been bedridden for so long my legs were not used to walking several miles at once. I hate being out of shape. It made me feel so gross. I really couldn't wait for my ribs to heal so I could jog again.

The sky had begun to darken ever so slightly. Fluffy gray clouds were filing in and beginning to overtake the once blue hue. It would probably rain later, hopefully after I got back to Jessy's. The last thing I needed was to be caught up in a cold November rain storm.

Moving around a bend in the road I caught sight of the old church I used to attend. Its high bell tower reminded me of the olden days when my mother would drag me out of bed early on Sunday mornings to go to mass. Thankfully my father had decided at thirteen I was old enough to decide whether or not I wanted to go. It hadn't made my mum very happy but I had been content with sleeping in and then spending the rest of the day planning or building new trinkets.

As if hearing my thoughts the bells began to chime in a beautiful melody. "Must be noon," I murmured to myself. I didn't bother pulling out my phone to check.

Beyond the parking lot was an extensive cemetery dating as far back as the civil war. I used to be terrified of walking through it as a child, thinking some evil ghost was going to take me away forever.

How trivial those days all seemed now, especially since I knew aliens existed. Giant, heavily armed alien robots no less.

Crossing the street I headed up through the parking lot and in through the old metal gates where the black paint was peeling away and allowing the metal to rust. Tombstones long since worn brushed past in my vision only to be replaced by moderately legible ones. The further I went the crisper the writing became.

My feet eventually led me off the path and through the freshly cut grass. Names blurred together as I swept by them, not stopping until I came upon an ordinary gray-salmon headstone. It was frigid and smooth to the touch as I ran my finger over the letters spelling out 'Nathan and Alexandra Lennox'.

"Hey," I whispered softly. "It's been a while."

It was depressing being here. The last I had seen this place was the morning I had flown to Washington with Uncle. I had given a goodbye, not knowing when I would be able to visit again and yet here I was nearly three months later. I even felt the same as I had back them – emotionally and physically scarred.

"I wish you guys were here." A tear trickled down my cheek, but I quickly swept it away. My parents had always been good at giving advice. They would have known just want to say in order to help me.

The ground was cold as I sat. For a while I said nothing and only gathered clumps of chopped grass and threw them aside, trying to make the grave look neat. I even peeled away those that clung to the stone. A part of me was annoyed that my parents were resting in such a mess, but what could I do? I wasn't around to maintain it and I couldn't ask Jessy and them to do it for me.

Sighing I forced myself to be still. Grass was grass. It was going be cut again. Cleaning it was rather fruitless and it only hurt my heart.

"You'll never believe the trouble I've gotten myself into," I eventually said. Perhaps I was being silly, but I needed someone to talk to, someone who would not tell my secrets or get in trouble for knowing them. I trusted my parents. Loved them.