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I'm holding on so tightly now

My insides scream so loud

'Cause they keep watching, watching me drown

How did it come to this?

How did it come to this? How did I know it was you?

It was a bad dream asphyxiated, watch me bleed

The life support was cut, the knot was too tight

They push and pull me, but they know they'll never win.

Throw it all away, throw it all away!

I keep on screaming, but there's really nothing left to say

So get away, just get away!

I keep on fighting, but I can't keep going on this way

I can't keep going, can't keep going on like this

They make me sick and I get so sick of it

'Cause they won't let me, they won't let me breathe

Why can't they let me be?

Why can't they let me be? Why don't I know what I am?

I force this hate into my heart 'cause it's my only friend

My lips are sewn shut, I watch myself bleed

They push and pull me and it's killing me within

Throw it all away, throw it all away!

I keep on screaming, but there's really nothing left to say

So get away, just get away!

I keep on fighting, but I can't keep going o this way

I can't keep going, I can't keep going on this way

I can't keep going, I can't keep going on this way

My heartbeat stumbles and my backbone crumbles

I feel, is it real as the lynch mob doubles?

They want blood and they'll kill for it, drain me and they'll kneel for it

Burn me at the stake, met the devil, made a deal for it

Guillotine dreams, yeah, their guillotine gleams

The blood of their enemies watching while they sentence me

Sentencing ceased, sentence deceased

And watch 'em bask in the glory of their holy disease

Throw it all away, throw it all away!

I keep on screaming, but there's really nothing left to say

So get away, Just get away!

I keep on fighting, but I can't keep going on this way

I keep on fighting, but I can't keep going on this way

I keep on running, I keep on running

I keep on running, but I can't keep going on this way.

The words seemed to flow through her shaking form. She sat curled up in the corner of the box she was stuffed in. Her shaking had calmed down a bit. She was able to explain to Knockout what she needed and he was able to fulfill her request. He tried to talk to her, tried to explain to her. She wouldn't have it. She wasn't in the state for apologies. He was also the one who recaptured her and hurt Dreadwing. Starscream had gone around the ship, gloating about what he had done to Dreadwing. As far as she knew, Dreadwing was dead. He said he shot him right in the chest. He was trying to protect her and Starscream shot him. Causing him to shatter into a million pieces. She had no idea if he lived or not. It didn't matter anymore. She was alone. She didn't know if Wheeljack had heard her, when she saw him. As far as she knew, he was now dead too. Another one of Starscream's lovely antics. She just wanted to go home.

Shelby looked up at she felt the box shake a little and the top to the box start to move. It lifted up and off, the bright light blinding her. She quickly covered her eyes and waited for something to happen. When nothing did, she looked up again. This time she saw Knockout looking down at her, blocking the light. His optics showing signs of sadness and guilt.

"I need to check your wounds." He stated quietly.

He didn't even look at her, he looked down at the box. When she didn't say anything, that's when he looked over at her.

"Shelby please, they need to be cleaned. I don't want you to get a infection." He tried again.

"What happened?" She asked, though mumbled, he just heard her.

He looked away, for he knew what she was asking about. He opened his mouth to say it, but he couldn't find the words too.

"What happened, Knockout? Why do you have to clean my wounds? What did you do to me?" She asked again, firmer this time. Her voice almost demanding.

"When Starscream hit Dreadwing with the missile...it didn't just hit Dreadwing. It hit you too. Your arms were in front of your face, giving you some cover. As well as you being turned away. So some of the blast hit your arm and shoulder, burning you pretty bad. You were instantly knocked out. There were other wounds on your arm as well. Ones I saw while I was patching you up. Has Dreadwing been hurting you? Or anyone else?" He explained.

She snapped her eyes to his. Shooting daggers at him.

"How dare you suggest that Dreadwing would hurt me. Why do you care anyway?" She snapped.

"I have always cared, Shelby. I'm sorry for what I said. I know you don't want to listen to me. But I did and still do care for you. I know I betrayed you, but nothing I said to Dreadwing was true. I just felt the need to cover myself. So my reputation didn't get ruined. I'm sorry that I hurt you and it had killed me everyday since you left. I've been guilt ridden and nothing seems to make up for it. I'm sorry." He finally let it out. Let out what he had been waiting to say to her since she ended up on the war ship again.

"If you care so much, you never would have brought me here." She stated. Her words cut through him like a scalpel. It hurt his spark to hear her say that.

"I was only following orders." He whispered.

She turned herself more into the corner of the box, not wanting to deal with him anymore. Knockout took that as a sign that she wasn't going to come willingly to get her wounds bandaged. So, he decided to grab her and do it anyway. He did try and apologize to her. He still felt bad, but he also didn't want her to die. Dreadwing would make sure he would parish. There would be no mercy on him. Shelby struggled in his grip, but not to hard. She didn't have enough energy to fight. She was very weak. He laid her down on the medical table and he activated his holoform to work on her.

He slowly started unwrapping her bandages. He made sure to be as gentle as he could. She winced as he got down the skin. The bloody mess from the open wound and starting to scar had stuck to the bandage. Knockout very carefully started to remove the last part of the bandages, trying hard to not rip off the healing skin. A small tear ran down Shelby's cheek. She tried hard to keep a straight face, not show how much pain she was really in. After Knockout got the rest of it off, he started to clean the wounds. He was slow and gentle. He then stopped for a moment, making Shelby turn and look at him. He was staring down at her arm. He took his fingers and gently caressed the other scars. His mouth gaped open, then closed again. He didn't know what to say to her. He had so many questions he wanted to ask her.

"I burn myself with my cigarettes." She told him, looking away from him.

"W..Why...Why would you want to...hurt yourself?" He struggled to get out. The beautiful, hardcore, gentle human being in front of him was hurting herself.

"It reminds me that I'm still alive. That I wasn't able to actually do my job. I must punish myself, hurt myself, for the hurt I've caused others. I don't do it much as I did right after I lost my home. I'm trying to get better, for Dreadwing. He has been with me through all my pain since I met him. But now that he's gone, I'm not sure if I'll survive much longer." She rested her head on her knees.

Knockout was speechless as he started to clean up her arm. She hissed in pain, which caused him to retract his arm quickly away, letting her calm down. When her face went back to normal, he started again. He started wrapping her arm, slowly, so not to hurt her even more.

"I'm sorry you feel you need to hurt yourself for something that wasn't your fault." Knockout whispered.

She gave him no acknowledgement that she heard him. He would never be able to make her feel like it wasn't.

Her arm was now wrapped up again. She took her hand and started to run it over her arm. Knockout was able to hide the other scars. She was thankful for that. He had now left her sitting on the table and went back into his real form. He stood back resting against the counter, arms crossed and starting down at her. She didn't move. She still had no energy to do so. Her shaking had gone down at least. She would make it, but did she really want to. She wasn't sure she wanted to live without Dreadwing. Knockout put his servo down in front of her. She looked up at him in confusion.

"I'm sorry, but you have to go back in the box. I wish I could keep you out, but Megatron could walk in anytime." He explained.

She gave a nod in understanding and tried to stand up. She got on her knees and attempted to take a stand on her left leg. Almost immediately after she fell back down. She hadn't stood on her legs since she woke up. They didn't want to work. Knockout moved his servo closer and used his other hand to help lift her onto his servo.

The metal box came into view, growing bigger the closer they got to it. She dreaded going back in. A shiver went down her spine, causing her to give a shake. Knockout noticed, but said nothing. He already knew why. He set down his servo in the bottom of the box. Shelby slowly crawled off and crawled back into the corner. Curling back up, shutting the world out. Then it went dark, as Knockout put the lid on. She finally started to let the tears fall. She couldn't hold it in anymore. Everything hurt, everything. Why was this happening to her? Where was Dreadwing? He can't be gone. She wished he was with her right now. She missed him more now than ever.

She thought about the things she would do if she could see him one more time. She would be holding his hand right now. She would be holding on to him, keeping him close. His arms would be wrapped around her. His lips kiss the top of her head. That always brought a smile to her face. She wouldn't just let him kiss the top of her head this time. She would look up at him, grab his cheeks with both her hands and bring his face down to hers. She would stare into those bright ruby red eyes. Standing on her tiptoes, she would lean up and kiss his lips. He would probably be surprised by it at first, but she knew he would lean in and kiss her back. At least she hoped he would. She brought her fingers up to her lips and lightly touched them. She wished she could really feel his lips against hers. The thought of it only made the tears come down harder.

The box started to shake again. This time more violently. This wasn't someone walking in or about to open the lid. Something had to be attacking the ship. She had no idea what, but she hoped it was the Autobots. Maybe Wheeljack did escape and told the others where she was. She hoped that's what it was or something like that. She stayed huddled in her corner, trying to keep steady as the box started shaking more and more. Next thing she knew the box was being picked up and she slid to the other side. Whoever was carrying it, wasn't being so gentle. She could now hear yelling, and more shooting and explosions. The shooting was to loud for her to hear what anyone was saying or who was talking. Her being rattled around in the box didn't help either.

She wished she could see what was going on outside. If anything she's surprised she hasn't been knocked out yet. There was nothing she could hold on too. Her shoulder was screaming in pain as it hit the walls. The pain at most was enough to knock her out. After a few more hits, she was finally done. It took one more hit to knock her out. Now it was unsure, if she would wake this time. To much damage had been done to her head and body. By time the box had stopped shaking, she was unable to see who opened the box. The bright light, shined over her limp body. A trembling servo lightly wrapped itself around her body and brought her out. Gently rubbing a digit over her, attempting to wake her.