Uncover → Transformers

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

Every horrible event from that day played over and over again in my head, only this time were the very gruesome images of my best friend's bloody and lifeless body flashing throughout my mind.

It had been two days since then and I feared that I was losing it. Every time I went to sleep I came face to face with the most tragic event of my life.

This was different though. I had nightmares, much like the nightmares I had had after my last accident. Everything was depicted so much differently than what it was when it actually happened. It got to the point where I didn't want to sleep at all because I was too afraid to dream.

One last image of Braelynn's body did it for me. I let out a shrill scream, the hot tears streaming down my face. Suddenly, I was being shaken. My eyes shot open and I darted upward, a sharp pain erupting through my abdomen. I whimpered and clutched my stomach.

There was a comforting hand on my back and I turned around to see Ron. I sighed in relief and leaned into him. He wasted no time in rapping his arms around me.

"You're safe, Lea. Everything's going to be okay," he told me.

I cried and took his shirt in my hand. No one knew how much I wanted to believe him but I just couldn't. Everything was so different.

"I wish I could believe you," I whispered.

He kissed the top of my head. The door clicked open and I moved so I could see who it was. My dad gave me a small smile and walked into the room.

"Hey. There's somebody here who wants to see you," he told me. I gave him a look and wiped my eyes. For the past two days I had only seen him, Ron, and Ratchet and aside from the few visits from my mom, Optimus, the twins and the other Autobots who held a lesser form, no one else came in to see me.

"Who?" I squeaked.

He gestured to the door where a very familiar woman walked in. An abundant amount of happiness coursed through my body when I saw her. Her eyes were tear-stained but she held a small smile on her face as she looked at me. She rushed over and engulfed me in her small arms. I cried with happiness, never wanting to let her go.

"I'm so happy to see you," I told her.

She chuckled and let me go, wiping the tears from her eyes before she spoke.

"It's so good to see you, Lea. I'm so happy that you're okay."

I frowned. "How are you doing?" I squeaked.

"It's hard but isn't it supposed to be?"

She tried to smile but failed.

"I'm so sorry, Lora."

She rubbed my arm.

"It isn't your fault. I assure you of that, Azalea. There's only one single being at fault for this." Ron stiffened behind me and I pursed my lips.

"How is Ron doing?"

Strangely enough, Braelynn's father and Ron shared the same name. .technically, I guess you could say.

"He's not taking it okay. He won't leave the house," she told me.

I squeezed her hand. "Tell him I said that I'm thinking of him."

She smiled at me.

"I will, sweetheart. But I just thought I'd stop by and see how you were doing. I'll call your dad in a few days and let him know about funeral details and what not," she told me.