It stops right at your toes oozing more blood from the cuts. It eats at the wooden planks like acid on human skin, chewing up the material until only a large hole remains. It eventually creeps to the floorboards and overtakes the glass sprawled across the floor. It starts to drip down your wall and stain the white paint black, still bubbling and popping under your watchful gaze. The bloodstain on your busted mirror becomes dark black and gooey like melted flesh. Your uncertain motion stops at the agonizingly painful pricks at your feet, and you cradle your broken knuckles to your chest out of habit. Eyes wide with fright, you take a step back to caution yourself, but the rough bottoms of your feet become cut with glass shards. The dark splatter on the shattered glass of the mirror's crumbled reflection begins to bubble like boiling tar on a hot summer day. You pull your bloody fist away from the broken mirror slowly, watching at how the blood from your knuckles runs down your shaking arm. "What did I do to deserve this? How could Autobots be so cruel?" You question, tears raining over the broken glass around your feet. Shards of the mirror fall to the floor with chimes and twinkling clinks, pooling around your bare feet. With a cry, you swing your clenched hand into the mirror and it shatters the glass on impact. Taking one glance in the mirror makes your chest burn with fiery rage, a wildfire of hatred spreading through your limbs. You manage to pull yourself away from the floor and over to your wall mirror located in the living room, empty feeling. "Trusting them was a big mistake," you mumble under your breath. Your lips seal closed into a tight line and whiten at the pressure. Sorrow eats away at your thoughts like a decease and pulls you into a darkness you didn't know you even had. Tears pour down your face like rain on a slick window, spine chilling cries following close behind. You lean back against your front door, finally giving in and becoming a crying mess. Your heart hammers with not only exhaustion but with grief as well. But apparently so did the Autobots.īy the time you make it back to your apartment building and into your room, your legs burn with fire and your lungs rasp for fresh air. Cities like Detroit rip apart the defenseless and weak. As desperately as you wanted to fall down and cry into yourself, Detroit could be as cruel as your former friends. They obviously didn't want you around anymore. You sprint for the exit with haste in fear that one of them may step on you. "Have fun wasting your time fighting a war you won't win!" I won't come back." You manage to choke out between the breathtaking sobs. Betrayal tastes bitter, and you despise the taste on your tongue. After everything you had been through with them. This fight had shown you who your friends were, which was none of them. Don't come back." Optimus narrows his optics on your trembling frame.Įverything in you was screaming for you to open up and give an explanation but it seemed that your jaw wouldn't open. I'm sorry, (Y/n), but you can't stay here any longer. Were they your friends in the first place? No one, not even your best friend Sari, would come to aid you in your time of need. When no one makes an attempt to rescue you, your fragile heart splits down the middle. Your teary eyes cast to the others standing off to the side, mouthing a plead for them to cut in and defend you. "I thought so, too." Optimus retorts roughly. "I thought." your voice comes out in a hushed whisper. Optimus shifts his weight onto one side with crossed arms, his scowl deep. Clenching your hands into tight fists, fingernails digging into your clammy palms, all frustration on your face fades into betrayal. All eyes in the base watch you carefully, some spilling hatred. The heart inside your chest beats at the speed of light against your ribcage, adrenaline shooting through every vein of blood. But we cannot escape the past so you and I will never last." But deep down all you want it love, the pure kind we all dream of. Instead of love and trust and laughter, what you get is happy-never-after. "When everything is life and death, you may feel like there's nothing left. You'll find me in the lonely hearts, only I'm after a brand new start." Deception and perfection are wonderful traits one will breath love, the other: hate. And love it never happens like you think it really should. The good are never easy, the easy never good. "Every boyfriend is the one until otherwise proven.
0 kommentar(er)
