My friend is a psychopath -Sunstreaker fanfiction-

• Chapter 5. PTSD

Skyla had fallen asleep against a tree. She wasn't supposed to sleep but I guess she was just really tired. I walked up to her, crouching down. 'Skylla?' I laid my hand on her shoulder. 'What,' she grumbled. 'You're sleeping.' Her eyes snapped open. 'I wasn't sleeping. I was... thinking.' I raised a brow. She got up, 'I was thinking. I wouldn't sleep... not at this time of the day,' she scoffed. I hummed and crossed my arms while studying her. 'I wasn't sleeping,' he scowled before turning around. 'Of course...' she stormed off, still scowling at me. I shook my head, following her. I didn't had to be here, but I love to stalk her. Skylla is interesting and I would love to know her a little better. 'Sunstreaker, piss off,' she snapped, pushing me away. 'Why?' I asked. She glared at me, slamming the door of the log shut in my face. 'Sunstreaker, leave her alone. You heard what she said,' Prime warned. I rolled my eyes and scowled under my breath while walking back towards my alt-mode. I sat down on my hood, waiting for her to show up again.

She's everything but easy to handle. I loved it. Not many people are brave enough to step up to me and despite her feisty nature, she is interested in me. Around 6, she should come out by now for dinner, but she didn't go. I sneaked in and walked into her room. 'Are you coming for dinner?' I asked. She shook her head, 'nah... I am not really hungry,' she sighed. 'But you have trained all day, you need the food to refuel,' I stated. She sighed, getting up. It surrpised me how calm she was. 'I don't like the food honestly... I don't like beets,' she said honestly. 'Ah, there's the truth huh,' I mocked. She snorted and shook her head. 'You still need to eat though,' I said. She bit her lip, 'unless there's a mech available to head to the McDonalds,' she trailed off. I leaned against the edge of the desk. 'Right... such a shame everyone is busy now, huh and it's a shame that the wrong mechs joined on this bootcamp. Ratchet will never bring you McDonalds,' I trailed off. 'But you would.'

'Would I?'

She shrugged. 'You said I had eat, right?' she questioned. I hummed, crossing my arms over my firm chest. 'Alright, but what do I get?' I asked. 'A burger,' she said in a duh-tone. I snorted and rolled my eyes. 'You are only kind because you are starving,' I scoffed. 'No, of course not, but honestly, stop the stalking because I will kick your ass back to Cybertron,' she said, jabbing her finger in the center of my chest. 'I bet...' There is the spirit again. 'I am serious about, Sunstreaker. You got no idea how good I am,' she said, walking up to the door. 'I do know how good you are, because I have watched your training,' I said. 'Ah, really...' She snorted and walked outside. 'We could make a deal though...' she glanced at me. 'A deal?' I nodded. 'Yeah, if you start working for me... I will train you myself. We become partners,' I said. She looked away, 'no, I am not going to work for you, Sunstreaker. I like what I am doing now and I try to forget about the entire.... front liner stuff,' she stated. I stopped her, 'come on... it'll be fun. You start working for me,' I stated. She stared at me. 'No, Sunstreaker. One, I don't see this working out because you are way too dominant and second of all... I don't want to be a full time front liner anymore.'

She pushed me aside. 'So, you are just going to forget about your skills?' I asked. She snorted, 'it's not forgetting... it's just... having other priorities,' she stated. 'Ah, right...' I followed her. 'You are good and I don't see why you would stop. I have read your files... so many people see potential in you, why would you waste that?' I asked. She snorted, giving me a glare. 'Shall we drop the subject? I am done talking about it, alright? I am not going to work for you, I am not going to be your partner and you don't have partners except your brother,' she stated. I sighed while she hopped in my alt-mode. I hopped in as well, buckling up. 'Can you at least think about it?' I asked. She glanced at me. 'Please, for me,' I said. Skylla sighed, giving me that annoyed familar look. 'Fine, I will consider it...' she sulked. 'Thank you.' I drove off. She was oddly quiet, I guess my offer was still crossing her mind.

'Do you know what PTSD is?'

I looked at her. 'Uhm, I have heard of it before...' I trailed off. 'PTSD stands for post traumatic stress disorder. A metal health issue that's triggered by a terrifying event — either experiencing it or witnessing it. Symptoms may include flashbacks, nightmares and severe anxiety, as well as uncontrollable thoughts about the event.' I looked at her again. 'I have PTSD, I got it after my brother died during a mission and no one knows about it.' She sucked in a breath. 'Why not?'
'Because, I was scared they might didn't want me if they knew. I just don't want to cope with being a front liner anymore. I don't want to go through that again and I don't want to work with someone else but my brother and I bet you would understand.' She looked at me. 'I can help you. I may not have PTSD, but I do have a lot of other mental health issues. I can help you to get on the right track again,' I said. 'I appreciate it, but I am fine.'

I sighed softly and drove into town. 'It's just hard...' I stopped in the drive thru. 'I was mad, when I figured out that he was killed. I wanted to know who pulled the trigger, I wanted to kill him and I did but I don't feel any better now he's dead.' I sighed, 'that's usually the case. I have been there before and it's worthless. Despite my thrill for killing, you will never feel the same as you did before.' Skylla nodded. 'Then how do you cope with it?' she asked, glancing at me. 'You don't. The pain will always be there, you just need to learn how to live with it. Drowing yourself in work won't do much good either.' She snorted and shook her head a little. 'Anyway, what do like to have?' I asked as my window rolled down. She exhaled and flashed me a fake smile, to hide her sadness. I still didn't understand why I am doing this for a fleshy...