Song: Joyner Lucas - I'm Sorry.

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The ground shook like jelly with each blast of a weapon that happened, followed with the nasty collisions of metal against metal; the scraping noises echoed in your ears like chalk on a black board.

This time I knew no one could help...
No one could help us...
No one could help me.

I shot to my feet when the adrenaline finally kicked in like a torpedo being fired. I didn't know how long I had been on the ground for and I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but my heart raced in my body at a fastening pace. It made me feel like I was going to have a heart attack.

My feet subconsciously moved across the concrete ground, they scraped across the shattered glass. Beneath my shoes the glass crunched and cracked from the many totalled vehicles.

I needed to figure out what was happening and how to get out of this situation. I needee to know if Aneska was alright, as well as Ironhide.

Where the hell do I start?
Where do I even go?

My surroundings is a full on blur as if someone had filtered my vision, my head ached badly. I must have hit it hard. The world spun around me, reminding the time Annabelle spun me around in a chair crazily.

I felt my gut drop and bubble with nausea, I felt like spewing up everything I had eaten. I couldn't run straight, I was swaying like crazy.

Heck, was I even running? I couldn't tell. I felt my knees give way, my adrenaline was short lived. Such action caused me to pathetically collapse against a smashed up Holden. My body was giving up on me.

I pushed my hands against its white dented and chipped paint-job, trying to keep myself on my feet and trying to keep moving. I couldn't give up now...I can't.

The beating of my heart in my ears made my mind ache, beating like a time bomb about to go off and I was waiting for it to explode. My eyes met my familiar brown ones in the smashed up car window. My reflection showing them wide with horror, pupils dazed.

The window resembled how I felt at this very moment; Broken and unfixable.

"Somebody help me!"

I felt so helpless. I shook my head to try and gain some sense of reality, wishing for a miracle. So many people... so many families There were someones child out there... someones mother... father... sister... brother.

How could I help them, if I couldn't even help myself?

It was like a horror movie, but it was actually happening. This wasn't fake, this was reality. It was like Mission City all other again... and again... and again.

I couldn't tell if the fight was over yet or if the fight was still going on. My brain just couldn't catch up, neither could my heart. Was N.E.S.T still in one piece? Was William alright?
Heck...were any of them even alive?

My mouth dried at such thoughts, gulping loudly to try to keep myself together. I slowly stood to my full height, trying very hard to stay on two feet and not collapse to the asphalt road that was covered in blood and glass.

I forced myself to sluggishly spin around in a 360 manner, my full weight up against the white smashed up vehicle for balance. I finally continued to walk forward with the help of vehicles, poles, anything to keep me steady...then my heart stopped.

"Hazel!"

I blinked. Pain filling my chest. I finally took note...I wasn't really...here.

That was me on the floor. Is that why...I am lacking emotion? Feeling? Why I am finding it hard to remember simple things?

The site ahead of my body sent my brain into complete and utter shock. I was trying to figure out what was happening, but couldn't. How...No...What?

I pushed myself off the vehicle in an instant, forcing my body to keep myself walking and not falling, but that didn't stop the limping and stumbles I had in my pathetic walk. Was I even walking?

My chest tightened, breathing heavy, I soon found myself coming to a harsh halt to stare down at my body in front of me, Accompanied by two other people.

Mum.

The word didn't come out of my mouth, but that didn't stop the shock bouncing off me. I barely recognised her...as if my brain was shutting down. By her side was a man...I knew him. I know I did.

Why can't I remember? Why is my brain not finding any information? Am I really dead? I must be...I...

"Ironhide to Ratchet come in." The man spoke frantically with shakey hands, but I still couldn't recall him. Even with his name spoken outloud, even with those familiar blue eyes that were wide.

I moved slightly around the two to spot a body behind the pair. My eyes focused on the young black haired female...the puddle of blood beneath her limp body proved to my knowledge that she was no longer alive.

A sharp spear like pole had pierced through her neck. I blinked, my body had gone numb as my brain finally registered who it was.

That was Aneska. My best friend...

|F L A S H B A C K|

"NATHAN! Get your feet off the desk!"

The demand came from the teacher that then ranted about children making him go bald. This made the black haired female beside me laugh in response.

A smile tugged on my lips as she leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Reminds me of Ratchet when he speaks to Jazz."

The comment made me burst out in a fit of amused giggles, our friendship was very close, like sisters in a way. "You mean yell?"

"Same thing." Aneska snickered her retort back, but most of her focus was on Nathan. During this moment I couldn't help but notice the bond she and Nathan had was a lot more than 'Just friends.'

I smirked lightly at this. In the corner of my eyes, I noted their hidden hands entwined.

"You like him don't you?" I muttered quietly to Aneska, whose head instantly turned to me with raised eyebrows. Our conversation quiet enough for only us to hear, the brown haired male next to Aneska was oblivious.

Aneska smiled softly. Greeny blue eyes softening with adoration "No." she paused.

"I love him."

|E N D O F F L A S H B A C K|

I snapped back to reality by a sudden cry. Shaking out of my dazed state that my brain had sent me into.

"Hazel...please wake up!" My biological mother, Dana, sobbed like crazy.

I looked at her with dazed eyes, I am awake. I didn't want to accept the reality... I couldn't accept it. I wouldn't accept it.

The man next to her was in full mission mode, moving my body about into the recovery position. "She isn't breathing, but there is a faint pulse... there is still a chance. We need to perform CPR-"

"Don't touch her you freak!" I watch my mother push the man away with all her will power, dark brown eyes leaking tears.

I was confused. How was she here...why was she here...Did she really care?

I shook my head, No. She left me for 2 years, she abandoned me... My eyes stayed strained on the pair. Watching how they worked over my limp frame, I wondered how I could see all of this.

Was I stuck inbetween being dead and alive? Or am I already dead and I wasn't wanted in heaven nor hell...

"I need to help her!" The man growled angrily. "Otherwise she is going to die! Now get out of my way!" The man demanded harshly, electric blue eyes glaring. I could have sworn they glowed bright like a glowstick.

"You helped enough!" Dana snapped and the sound of a slap was heard as her hand back handed the male. Said face went slightly rightwards.

I didn't know who was more in pain, Dana, him, or me.

Dana continued to sob in horror. "This wasn't supposed to happen..."

My breathing hitched, What did that mean?

The man obviously took note and firmly grabbed her by the shoulders. "What do you mean 'this wasn't supposed to happen'!" he quoted what Dana said fiercly, tone threatning. "Tell me!"

"T-The shard...they said th-ey would help m-e..." she choked out her sentence in a weird way, fear in her watery eyes at the mans sudden aggressiveness.

My eyes went wide with disbelief, jaw slacking as my Brain jolted with the past memories of freaking out over being hunted down for...this Alpsark shard.

"I just wanted my daughter back!"

"You fragging imbecile!" Ironhide cursed out, easily adding two and two together. The man shoved the woman far away from him, before performing CPR on the body in front of him.

The sirens of a hummer from the distance could be heard as Dana scrambled to her knees. "Stay with us Hazel... Ratchet is on his way..." The man whispered, blue eyes scrunching up while he counted the compressions he was doing.

"Please..." The man whispered out, breathing into my mouth. I noted my chest raise- only to fall flat again. Not giving up so easilt, he continued to do another 30 compressions.

My eyes were rolling backwards at this, loosing vision so suddenly, I stumbled and lost my balance. I felt my chest have sudden pressure and I tried, but failed at catching my footing. Nothing was there to save me from falling over.

The world around me slowed down to a sluggish pace and my lungs burned badly whilst I fell, they screamed for oxygen that I suddenly couldn't remember breathing in for the past 15 minutes.

My hands desperately tried to grab ahold of something to stop my fragile frame from colliding into harsh flooring.

"Please Hazel...wake up For me."

I never got the chance to feel myself hit the ground.