My phone rang. Picking it up, I saw it was a call from the police department. Detective Lucas Brown was working on my parent's case. Knowing the lack of evidence, I doubted he called to say they had a breakthrough. 'Hello? Sky speaking,' I said, leaning against the wall of the gear room. 'Good afternoon, ms Laurier...' he began. 'Am I interrupting?' I shook my head; even he couldn't see it. 'No.' I fiddled a little with my N.E.S.T T-shirt as he continued. 'I am calling to say that we have stopped investigating your parents' death. It's because we  lack evidence and suspects. It's a cold case.' It was not what I wanted to hear. 'They didn't commit suicide. They wouldn't leave me behind; I know it wasn't suicide.' There was a sigh from the other side of the line. 'I believe you, but there's not enough evidence to prove it was a homicide.' I shook my head and felt some tears welling up. 'I know you have been investigating your parents' death as well; you should stop and try to move on.'

I snorted and shook my head. 'I am really sorry, ms. Laurier. I wish we could arrest someone...' he trailed off. 'Yeah, I get it... have a good day.' I disconnected the call and buried my face in my hand. The last four years had been an emotional rollercoaster. It drained me, and I was emotionally exhausted. I just wanted something positive in my life. I looked up, and I noticed a presence. Sunstreaker was just inches away and trapped me between the wall and his body, one hand planted next to my head. My breathing hitched, and I was frozen in place. 'You weren't really nice to me the other day...' he began, fiddling with the knife in his other hand. Head spun with worst-case scenarios. I wasn't only disgusted by the sly and threatening way of talking but also frightened.

'I smell your fear....' He raised his knife and used it to brush some strands from my face before sliding the blunt side over my cheek. I shivered. 'I want to hurt you so badly.' He gave his knife a little bit more pressure before switching over to the sharp side. I felt the sharp tip pinch my skin but not break it yet. 'I dreamed about it last night... I watched you crawl over the ground, trying to get away while I had cut off both your legs. The blood trail was delightful; it made me feel powerful. I watched the life fade from those... ocean blue eyes...' his mouth was near my ear as he spoke huskily. It sent shivers down my spine, and goosebumps form all over my arms.

As my senses came back, I pushed him away from me. He stumbled and hit the table behind him. 'Ugh, get the hell away from me, monster,' I yelled. His eyes squinted with hate. It was like staring at a soulless creature. 'You are disgusting, Sunstreaker!' He grabbed my throat and tossed me onto the ground before straddling me. He punched me twice before he raised his knife. I struggled and tried to get out of his iron grip while lowering his knife to stab me in the face. 'I grasped his wrist. Bruising started forming everywhere as his other hand punched me and dug his nails into my skin. Anything to physically hurt me. He cut my hand and arm, and just as he was about to stab me, I scratched his neck.

Blood oozed from the minor scratch marks. He punched me across my face. 'Bitch!' he yelled and got up. 'The next 29 days will be hell for you, creature! I will hurt you so much that you will be begging me to kill you and end your pathetic life!' he hissed before storming. I rolled over, sobbing quietly– pretty shaken up from what just had happened. Slowly, I sat against the wall, blinking the tears from my eyes and studied my hand and arm. The cut on my hand was nasty but not as deep as the cut on my arm. I tried to stop my shaking hands from shaking, but I couldn't. All I could think about was that murderous look. It was engraved in my head. I hoisted myself up after a few minutes, but I had to hold on to the table. My legs seemed to be made out of rubber.

I walked over to the medbay and didn't want anyone to know about it, scared of what might happen. The examination room I entered was empty, so I shut the door behind me and searched through the drawers, looking for something useful. In one of the many cabinets, I found a suture kid. I sat down, cleaned the wound, and removed the needle and thread. My hands were still shaking, and a sharp, stinging pain waved through my arm as I inserted the needle. I had never stitched in my entire life before, never even seen it, so I had no idea what I was doing. I could ask Ratchet or Jolt, but if I do, Sunstreaker will get to know me, and people will say I don't belong here. I didn't fly across the country to be sent back after two days. I finished stitching after twenty minutes. The pain was really intense. I hadn't used any painkillers before I started. I slid off the medical bed, cleaned up and left. I pulled on my jacket to hide the injury and walked off.

That night, dinner was quiet. Kyle didn't really talk to me or glance at me. Like I didn't exist. After a shower, I lay in bed and went to bed quite early. The following day, the alarm clock woke up again. Everything in my body hurt. I slowly hoisted myself up and slid out of bed. I edge into the water-like light through the windows and strip off my topmost layer. Great purple welts on each arm will only deepen over the coming week. Not to mention the cut that had swollen overnight and was aching. I sighed and turned around, taking a shower and taking extra care of the cuts before heading down.

'My goodness, Sky. What have you done to your hand?' Suzan grabbed my wrist and inspected the cut. 'it's nothing....' I waved it off and turned around. Suzan and Matt hadn't been home last night. I sat down at the table. 'What happened?' Matt pointed at my hand. 'Oh, I accidentally cut myself last night while preparing dinner. Not a big deal, it's not that deep,' I said, shrugging it off. I hoped they would drop the subject. I grabbed some bread and started eating. It's day three, and it's already a disaster.