*Warning graphic content*
(I don't think it's to graphic. But I figured in case someone thought it would be, I'll warn you now.)

The house is a huge 2 story 5 bedroom house. Way to big for one person. I only live on the first floor. I haven't even been up to the second story since I moved in. One I didn't have much stuff to move in for the need to go up and second I don't want to go up there. There is a nice porch that goes halfway around the house. White pillars holding the overhang up. The front door was a huge double oak doors leading into the entry way. you always took your shoes off when you walked in. To the right was the living room, filled with old furniture that we're my parents. A sleek black leather couch and loveseat. A Black oak side table next to each. There was a huge beautiful brick fireplace in front of the couches, one that hasn't burned wood in quite some time. The mantel held pictures of family members and 2 black urns with some scriptures engraved in them. If you were to go to the left, you'd see a large black dinning room table with 6 black chairs sitting around it and two more off to the side. It contrasted nicely with the white rooms. Pictures of Jesus and the virgin Mary hung on the walls facing the driveway. Mother was a very loyal Christian. The kitchen was next to the dinning room, white cabinets hung around the room. Some having not been opened since I came home. There were black granite counter tops on top of all the white. Paper work took up most of the countertops, as well as unread mail. There was a small island countertop on the middle of the kitchen. The only thing on it was a small vase filled with fake flowers. Roses to be exact, pink and red and white, my mother's favorite. Though she could keep real ones alive. I've never had a way with flowers like she did.

If you were to go straight when you came in the front door, you would go up the stairs. But I haven't been up those stairs since before I left for the military. That was over 8 years ago. I don't even know what it looks like up there anymore. Walking around the stairs, through the dining room and the kitchen, there is two bedroom in the back of the house. One I use as a bedroom and the other I turned into a study. In-between both rooms is the bathroom. It was a light blue accented with dark blue. The shower had a blue shower curtain. The tiles around the shower were white, light blue and dark blue. The toilet had a blue fuzzy color over the cover. Then everything around the sink was blue or accented blue. Accept the sink itself, which was white. The study has a large mahogany desk. On top of the desk, is a black laptop, a vintage lamp, and paperwork scattered all over. There is a black leather chair sitting in front of the desk. There are two windows looking out the back of the land. Easily seeing the pastures, that have been empty and unkept for some time now. The old red barn was slowly falling apart. There is a giant hole in the roof now. There used to be horses and cows out there. But after I left, my parents decided they didn't want to keep them anymore. There were book shelves lining the ceiling. They started at the top of the windows and went up. I put them in after I got back home. I have a lot of books. Most were already here, but then I had a lot I brought back home. 

My bedroom has always been downstairs. It made it easier when I came home, not to have to go upstairs. It is a large room, not much in it. There is a queen size bed, with gray and pink bedding on it. The same bedding that has been on it since I left. After I left, my room was left untouched. My parents had no reason to go in there. They weren't to happy that I decided to leave. But Dad couldn't say to much, since he was also in the military, though only because he was drafted. My mom was more upset about it than he was. It made it easier to leave, with my dad on board with it. There was a small dresser to one side of the room. Then a matching bed side table. A small lamp sat near the wall on it, along with an clock. A gray hamper stood next to the closet, clothes slowly filling up inside. 

I was born in this home. Raised in it. I never left until I left for boot camp. I was the only one to leave. There were 7 of us kids. I was the youngest. The baby. Another reason why my parents didn't want me to leave. No one in the family did. But I was 18 and I decided I needed to get out of this small town. It was surprising my parents put the house in my name if they died. I didn't think I was that important. It didn't make sense since I was the one most likely to die before all my other siblings. What I didn't realize that I would be the only one left alive. 

*Scene change*

I was at base when I first found out. I was at one of the armory's checking some weapon equipment I had designed. They had just been brought back from a the range, being tested. I got a lot of good remarks on the new equipment. So I was in a pretty good mood. Now I was just checking them to make sure they were cleaned properly and if they had sustained any damage. I had been in for about 4 years now. I just reenlisted and got assigned to start designing equipment instead of just building it or testing it. It took me 4 years to get to this point. I could not be more excited. My parents seemed to be happy for me, when I told them. They just asked if I could come home more. I hated going home. I was the only one to do something with their life instead of stay at the farm. Why would I want to go back? I never really had a good relationship with any of my siblings or my parents.  But of course I told them I would try. 

As I was in the middle of checking the second to last weapon, got a call from my Staff NCO, telling me to come to regiment immediately. I was very confused. I usually never had to go to regiment. But I did as I was told. I left the last two to one of the lances under me and ran out the building. I quickly made it to my truck and drove fast out of the parking lot. As I pulled into regiment parking, I barely had my truck in park as I jump out of the cab. I made my way in and almost ran into my SNCO. "SARGENT! Thank God your here. Come with me" He tells me. I follow him to the regimental CO's office. It must be something huge if I'm hearing it from the CO. I walk in behind my SNCO, The regimental CO, the company CO, my LT and one of the other Sgt's were standing by the desk. Thought the regimental Co was sitting behind it. He was holding a piece of paper in his hand. He looked up quickly as he heard us walk into the room. 

"Sgt Bishop, you might want to take a seat." The regimental CO says to me. So I do as I'm told and I take a seat in front of his desk. I'm nervous now. "I'm afraid I have bad news. And I'm not sure how to tell you this. But..."

*Scene change*

There I am, a week later, at the funeral home, before the actual funeral took place, looking down at a body. Not one body but two. My brothers. The two oldest in the family. You could barely recognize them. I barely listened when they told me how they died. From what I did hear, they were tortured. Why? I don't know. No one is really telling me to much. Probably because they don't know themselves. I'm standing their in my blues, next to me are the rest of my family. They are all in tears. I'm the only one not crying. I don't think I ever did cry for the loss. I knew I needed to stay strong. Especially for my parents. 

Fingers were missing. Each were missing an eye. Hair was missing from their scalps. Cuts and gashes and bruises covered their body's. It was a very hard sight to see. One of my brothers had a very large gash, from assuming a large knife, from the top of his thigh running down his leg to his foot. I can't imagine the pain he must of endured. There were rope burns around their wrist and ankles. Digging into their skin, leaving deep cuts. One of my brothers has rope burn around his neck. But the coroner doesn't know if hanging was how he died or blood loss. Their faces didn't look like them anymore. Covered in cuts that haven't been able to properly heal. Black and blue circles formed around their eye sockets. 

I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, but most of all, I wanted to find who did this.

That's the last thing I see....Then I wake up.

She sat up fast, causing herself to get dizzy for a few second. She was panting, breathing hard and heavy. She felt as though she just relived that moment. She brings her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them. Not realizing where she was at that moment. Until she heard a voice come next to her.

"Shelby, are you okay? You were acting weird." She looks over and sees Ratchet, looking at her with worry in his optics.

That's when she realizes that she is laying on the yellow couch in the secret base of the Autobots. She turns away from Ratchet, moving her legs down off the couch. Her elbows on her knees and hands covering her face. Trying to wipe away the tears that were forming.

"Shelby?" Ratchet asks again.

"I'm fine, just a bad dream." She says without looking at him.

"How's Dreadwing?" She asks standing up and finally looking at Ratchet.

"He's in recharge still. It's the middle of the night, you should go back to sleep." He suggests to the girl. She shakes her head.

"Can I sit next to him?" she asks her eyes pleading to him.

She felt she needed to be near him. Afraid she might have to rebuild him. Even though she only just brought him to life again. She did spend 3 months repairing him. She needed to protect him. Even if he was a giant dangerous Decepticon. Everyone kept telling her to be cautious around him. That he was very dangerous. She has yet to see that side, besides the few times he was scared and yelled at her.

"I don't think that's a good idea, if he wakes and doesn't remember right away who you are, he might hurt you." says Ratchet cautiously looking over at the sleeping giant.

"He won't hurt me." She says confidence ringing though her voice.

"And how do you know that?" The doc scoffs putting his servos on his hips.

"Because I just know." She looks him straight in the optic. He scoffs again but brought his servo up for her to get on. Then he carried her over to Dreadwing and let her get off on top of him. She sat down on his armor that was covering his new power source. Her knees to her chest. Head resting on them.
Before Ratchet could leave. "Ratchet?" Shelby calls.

"Yes?" He asks.

"Why are you awake?" She asks the medic. He thinks about it before he answers her.

"I don't usually recharge well anymore. And I was checking on Dreadwing. That's when I started to hear you talking in your sleep." He says turning back to her.

She sat up straight. "What did I say?" Fear could be heard in her voice.

"It was pretty mumbled. But you did scream no, and I heard don't cry. a few times." Ratchet shrugged. Shelby seemed to relax as he talked.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He tone lower than before, moving closer to her.

"No!" She says immediately. He backs up in defense.

"Sorry, it's just not something I like to talk about." She explains quickly.

"I understand. I am going to try and recharge. I will talk to you in the morning." He tells her and walked off down the hall.

"Just you and me again Dreadwing. I didn't realize how lonely I was until I found you. I'm glad I did find you. I hope you don't go back to Megatron." She whispers to Dreadwing as he recharges. She didn't think he was listening, but with her head down, she doesn't see him peek at her and smile