𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄 | 𝙾𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙼𝚄𝚂 𝙿𝚁𝙼𝙴

Distress

The sun rays seeped through the glass window, and continued to dance accross my face , warming up the dul, grey room, and resumed its heavenly pattern onto my brothers toned little faces.letting out a huff of air, I rubbed the crust out of the corners of my eyes, and stood, glancing at the duo, just realising how bad of a so ster I must be,I felt my sholders droop, Its all my fault.  Everything Is my fault. My gaze left my brothers relaxed sleeping figures, and Onto the cream carpets floor, I slowly allowed myself to move, my toes dragged along the soft material, whilst doing so, but stopped once again as the icy touch of the bathrooms tyle came in contact with my skin, my head felt hefty, but I managed to force myself to lift it up. Upon seeing my reflection, I  Withdrawna sharp intake of air, I slightly disturbed at my current state, my blue and red hair were spiralling in all directions, creating a perfect knot, my cheeks were tinted a light pink, that made the deep bags under my eyes seem more unlit then it already was, though everything was a mess, my eyes made it hard for my lungs to function properly, my left eye was a glassy  blue with a bloodshot white sclera from crying, while my other eye was just completely black,

Monster.

                      Weak
         

              Disgusting

The voice taunted in my head, I could help myself but agree, I was nothing but a disgrace, I completely understood what the two colours represented the blue; sadness whilst the black was an empty, lonely, feeling. With a shake of my head, I slowly undressed, and locked the wooden door behind me, I refused to look at the scars that lay imprinted deeply on my skin, distracting myself by climbing in the shower, adjusting the nobs to a comfortably warm temperature, the water rushed through my holo forms frizzled hair, and down my back, and occasionally falling into the deeper scars, I let out a breath of ease, I haven't had one of these in forever, It felt, nice. I grabbed the white bar of soap, cleaning the mud and grime off of my body, I then proceeded to wash my hair, massaging  my scalp with the tips of my fingers, as the liquid soon turned into a foam, I began to wash it off, the suds travelling down my scared body, and into the drain, as I finished with the shampoo, I snatched the conditioner, and soothingly showered my dry ends with the thick substance. my holoformd coloured hair gave into the comb, like a tank going into battle, only the tank was the miniature comb I grasped, with a shade of lovely lavender. The warm water heated up the small bathroom, fogging up the mirror, as the toasty water continued its toasty parade down into the murky drain, I got startled enough that I let out a yelp as the water was no longer mellow, but a sharp, bitter. I was quick to turn around, shutting off the frigid water,  I got out of the shower, snuggly enclosing the fluffy white towel around my exposed body, out of having, I glanced in the mirror, yet only seeing the fog that concealed the glass, I found my hand travelling to the mirror, my soft skin heating the icy surface even more, what lay before me, lay a gloomy sad face, I sighed yet again, what Is this feeling? I have never experienced this in my entire life, I feel a pull towards Optimus, But, I still ponder on what it is exactly what I'm feeling. I shook my head, dismissing my thoughts, I walked out of the bathroom, my holoform clothes already frizzing itself onto my body,I had no choice on what my holoform was choosing, ratchet explained that It was apparently up to my emotions and how I was feeling, whether it was every day or just a short period of time,

I groaned, looking down at myself, the outfit showed half of my hideous, scars, I could already see the image form in my mind, Optimus and Elita laughing with jazz and bumblebee, Ironhide snickering whilst ratchet snorted, There was one particular thing that stood out, that they were all pointing at my tiny  week holoform. They couldn't even look at my scars without bursting out into a fit of laughter. Stop. They would never do that. But the little voice said otherwise. Oh, but they would. I shook my head, grabbing my dusty blue and crimson red hair in frustration. That's it. I'm not going out today. I looked over to my brothers, seeing that they are not there, I let out a horsley chuckle, there turning six, and already acting like there teenagers. I sighed, shutting the curtains closed, making sure no rays of sun ooze into the pitch-black room, I curled back into bed, but just I was about to clothes my eyes, I heard the nearby door slam open, making me nearly jump ten feet off of the comfy bed, but relax seeing Jazzes silver hair sparkle, I rolled my eyes, already shifting into the plush spot,

"What da heck?", Jazz muttered, the warm snuggly blanket got ripped off of me, I whined like a one-year-old toddler, "what in da Primas are ya doing?!", he asked in confusion, I brushed him off and rolled over, I don't feel like talking, my thoughts alone are painful enough. He moved away from the bed, opening the curtains I literally just closed, I whined even further "Jazzzzzzz stop it!", I covered the pillow with my face, somewhat shielding myself from the blinding light, "get yo ass up!", he yelled, poking my side, I squirmed under his touch, wriggling far away as possible from his digit,I curled up in a ball, not realising that the sunlight hit my legs, drawing unwanted attention from jazz, he slightly gasped, forgetting about tickling Me, I glanced at him in confusion, but realised he was looking at my scarred legs, I sat Up, my legs crossed over one another. I shielded my eyes shut, mentally preparing myself for a fit of laughter, but nothing ever came, when I thought it was safe enough to open them, I was met by saddened, blue optics, he sighed, "I'm Not saying anything", I smiled, "You just did", I then smacked him dead In his holoform face with the fluffy pillow, he stumbled off the bed in shock, " you mofo!", he yelled, our eyes connected, and I burst out laughing, his laughing mixing along with mine. Maybe he does care.  Once our fit of laughter died down, a knock boomed at the other end of the door making me flinch. Who could it be?.

The door opened to reveal the person, Autobot, I wanted to see the least at this moment. Jazzes face scrunched up into a scowl, as mine just stayed emotionless.

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Who could it be? Why did Optimus stay with Elita? What are these feelings Octavia is feeling?? How was the chapter?

        .....stay tuned..😂 wow, that was wayyy to dramatic🤦 even for Me! But seriously...stay tuned...