Find Me (You Saved Me Series Book 3)

Screaming

A pained scream enters her mind. Scorching her soul as it terrorises her dreams. She jolts awake, sitting up, covered in sweat. Her eyes wide as they search for the source, but there's nothing. She's still in her bed, covers now on the floor, the room filled with darkness. She puts her hand on her chest and it heaves for air, trying to calm her rapid beating heart. She slides her feet over the edge of the bed, rubbing her face. The scream still echoing in the back of her mind. It was like she was there, she was in the same room and there was nothing she could do. She couldn't see who it was, only listening to the crying. Tears started streaming down her face, the pain the person must be going though. Though was it a person? She's sure she's heard the cry's before. But the question was where. It could be a bot for all she knew.

She decides to get up and get some fresh air, sticking her boots on over her pj bottoms, she heads outside. The dark cool night hits her lightly in the face, making her body shiver from the chill. She sits down on the white porch, her arms wrapped around her. A breeze blows though her hair, wrapping itself around her face. She doesn't bother to remove the few strands, just stares at the empty shop that used to hold a huge piece of her life. A place she built something better than her dreams. She brought back to life something well beyond her imagination. Now the place is only an empty shell of once was. 

"Oh Dreadwing. Where are you?" She whispers the question to herself. 

She promises herself she's not going to let anymore tears fall, but the promise is getting hard to keep. Just the thought of what her poor con turned bot is going through, brings the water to the brim of her eyes lids. It's something she doesn't want to think about. She just wants him to come home. Back to her. Just thinking about all they have done together, been though together, the love they shared. She snaps her head up at nothing, but the thought of love. Was any of it real? Did she just dream all of that emotions, all the pain, the alcohol and all the times she had been saved by him? From what the Autobots told her, none of that happened. She was put in the coma after being aboard the Nemisis. Silas never happened, her house being burned to a crisp never happened, the spiral into depression never happened. She brings her arms out in front of her and stares down at the sleeves. With a trembling hand she pulls back the sleeve and notices the small scars, not noticeable by the naked eye, but they are there. Definitely not as prominent as they could be and not as nearly as many. Its just the old ones she had received from her time in the military, not the burns she gave herself in her coma. 

A huge gust of wind comes rolling though, nearly pushing her over. It whips around her, tangling her hair as it freezes her. It howls through her ear, reminding her of the pained scream she heard in her nightmares. Its gone as quickly as it came, leaving her trembling and cold. Her tears come gushing out. She sniffles while trying to wipe them away. She gets up and quickly runs into the house. Attempting to get to the comfort of her room. Not that it brought much comfort. It was the only place she had of her own, where she could sulk about the past and what she's lost. Something she doesn't even know if she can get back.

The house is dark as she walks back to her room. The walk seemed to take forever, everything moving slowly around her. Not a sound to be heard through the darkened rooms. That is until she hears a whisper. She freezes before she can get to the kitchen. A light turns on upstairs and the whisper only gets louder. She crouches down behind the dining table. Not the best place to hide, but the only thing close to her. Her eyes wide with fright, but more so in curiosity, listening in on the voice coming from upstairs. 

"We need him alive...I don't care about his mental health, he's only a machine...He is nothing, but a mindless machine...What do you mean his color is draining? Thats not possible. Color doesn't drain from something...Do not let him die! Do you hear me." Silas's voice raises, but still in a whisper. "I'm leaving now."