J O U R N E Y (Transformers x reader)

Chapter 1

Life wasn't easy on earth. You'd feel trapped; the walls would close in and suffocate you like a blanket smothering a burning fire. You felt deprived of life as if when smothered; that blanket sucked the life out of you. Honestly, when considering your life and the events that had scattered throughout it by the holy fingers of a non-existing godly anecdote, ask another person; they would laugh and toss a hand saying you should've died. It was a joke.

Your life was a joke.

Pain erupted through your chest. You doubled over in the dark, clutching a fistful of your jumper and winced whilst baring your clenched teeth.

Yeah, life sucked.

Trembling, you slumped with fatigue as the pain pulsated over your heart and stabbed your rib cage. It felt as if your chest was caving in, as if someone was sitting on you whilst slotting a kitchen knife between your rib bones. The Icy cold air crept at your feet and spine, a stark contrast between the searing heat of the pain. You didn't know what was wrong with you now; you just dealt with it as it came and avoided visiting the doctors for the umpteenth time in your life.

"Fuck's sake," you whispered and huffed short breaths - the sound of your wheezing could put a dying asthmatic kid to shame. Wait, you were dying. Well, you recalled when your doctor mentioned you were dying about 5 years ago after a 6-hour surgery. It scared the living shit out of you, but then he'd coerced you into thinking it was a joke. Except he exacerbated your fear by explaining the science behind it, such as 'since you're born, you start dying'.

Being twelve was hard back then.

Having cancer was harder.

You swallowed, wincing again at the dryness of your throat. You also didn't understand how those kids could pull the cancer joke out of your life like a fucking white rabbit out of a hat. It was so abrupt. You didn't see the bullying coming your way, it had no warnings to holler, no signals to show or no signs to recognize; it slammed you down to the railroad of reality.

Humans were sick.

Nevertheless, you felt sicker. Your room was dark and the outside streetlights seeped in the cracks of your curtains. As you slumped and wheezed, a bubbling nausea boiled to your throat. You bit your tongue and whimpered softly. A warm beam blanketed your hands in the dimmed room; you noticed the presence of your usually bulging veins had become absent. 'Heart attack?' you internalized your panic. 'Oh well,' you pressed yourself. Reassuring your death was imminent when familiar bursts of pain occurred like this seemed like a glass of a pleasure martini and leaving existence sounded like paradise on the beach, but you couldn't help ponder on the wonders of the universe and gaining that opportunity to explore it would certainly be nullified if you died, wouldn't you think?

It's pointless to think that way. You were being stupid.

A hand rose to your aching temples and massaged them. Your efforts proved fruitless to calm the raging pain and you fell back onto your firm pillows. No one really understood you, nor did they have the patience to; you were just too confusing. Countless times you wasted your effort on attempting to explain the truth. You tried too hard and ended up making a fool of yourself. But Your mother told you not to keep dangerous secrets, right?

You'd heard her in the back of your head, whispering in a low, threatening tone 'Keep anything like this from me again, I'll send you to foster care. You're making me look like a fucking idiot. Don't be so selfish!'

That was a fun afternoon.

Anyhow, since no one had the logical capacity to even give a single fuck about you, you'd been alone since day one. Diagnosis, surgery, treatment, you name it. The sky could be falling and there wouldn't be someone there to help pull you away to safety. Consider it a fact that you were unwanted.

You were a burden.

Releasing a sigh as the pain slowly ebbed, you groaned.

"I hate this."

Turning, you smeared a palm over your face, slick with sweat. You didn't know the time. The sky was a bleak and depressing black, and through the cracks of the thin canvas curtain, the stars were visible; they poked through the darkness and flickered with beauty. It was a stark contrast to the deep, black emptiness; they'd bloom across above you in a thickened stream and clumped together to combine the mysterious galaxy. Taking comfort in the sky was one of your late night habits. They'd seem to know the pain you endured and winked back at you to assure you weren't alone. The sky was your family. Your home. Your sanctuary.

You smiled gently; you could feel your small grin stretch crookedly across your face.

You heard a noise.

You perked up with confusion with a trifling pebble of fear in your stomach. The neighborhood had some usual ups and downs, especially those next door, but this sound was particularly close. It was an abrupt and deep bang, the sound resonating across your small yard below. Was it metal? Who knows, it could've been the neighbors' daughter sneaking out again for a good fuck and bumped themselves on the drain pipe when trying to escape. Then again, you were still apprehensive.

With a toss of your blanket, you sat up and bitterly embraced the coldness on your skin. It was dark, you could hardly see, it was like walking blindly into an abyss that had furniture. Furniture that almost obliterated your toe in the process of reaching your curtained window. You curled over with a silent and frustrated scream, angrily bringing your hands forwards with a violent gesture.

"Fffff-fuck!" you mouthed at the leg of your bed. The abrupt pain pulsated in your foot as you limped with a lethargic nature, a scowl present on your face. Reaching the curtain, you fiercely yanked it to the side and peered out the frosted glass. A mere ray of light shone from the measly streetlamp and illuminated the street before you in a single circle. It was almost frightening. With a single streetlight amongst the neighborhood, it's like being in a horror movie.

Rolling your eyes, you huffed with annoyance. "Nothing," you grumbled. "This was pointless." As you turned, a booming, cacophonous bang resounded down the street.