Do you ever get that feeling? You know, the one where you know something's not right or just completely unfair? Well, I was getting that feelings right then, and I think I had every right too.
Laying on the ground and practically drowning in a pull of my own blood with the Matrix of Leadership running straight through my chest (the thing was the size of a fucking base ball bat!) and pinning me to a mech long since dead, one could say I was pissed. I was dying after spending 23 loooooooooong years on this Earth and the only thing interesting that had ever happened to me was meeting the Autobots and losing my virginity, and not in that exact order. Call me selfish but who wouldn't be annoyed by that?
'Ember Willows, you should have kept your mouth shut!' I thought while gazing up at the colorful blobs moving above me. I heard loud voices screaming my name, asking me to come back, like I could just hang a U-y and avoid the land of the dead all together. I knew it was Ratchet who was crouched over me, the medic was probably trying to find some way to save me, and I couldn't help the smirk that pulled at the corner of my lips, I was gonna miss his attitude.
"Don't bother," I choked out, I could feel my lungs filling with blood.
"Hush." I think it was Ratchet, I'm not sure.
My body was growing cold.
Someone was crying.
I felt a hand on my face; someone was trying to look into my eyes.
I wanted to tell them it was ok, that I was just really annoyed and that I would see them later but a strange darkness grew in my vision.
Wait, I don't want to go…