This pain. .it was absolutely unbearable. That all too familiar feeling had returned; the numbness, the aching, the burning. .all of it. I was alone. I was lost. I was trapped inside my own personal hell that held no way of ever getting out. My heart had been shattered and this time I feared that the pieces may be far too small to be put back together.
The air was thinning around me. I couldn't breathe and I couldn't think. This was not what I had wanted. This is not what I had expected to happen to me. All I've ever wanted out of life is to be happy, but even the smallest bit of happiness is always somehow ripped away from me. .making more room for that one empty space inside that I never can seem to fully close. For seventeen years all I knew was happiness, but now it was almost impossible for me to even remember what the slightest bit even feels like.
I hated nothing more than feeling like this. It was almost as if I was drowning. There was no one to help me, no one to save me. I was absolutely broken. .far beyond repair. I could barely even remember who I used to be. I was far too gone and passed the point of return.
"Even the strongest of things can be broken."
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Battle Scars → Transformers
Fanfiction*This is the third installment in the Battle Cry series. Do NOT read until you have read Battle Cry and Battle Wounds or nothing will make sense. Thank you.* Almost three years have passed since that wonderful, yet very tragic, week back in 2017. Wi...
