Humanity's a fraggin Glitch

by Sirenix Prime

My name is Shimmernova. Scars cover my frame, the left side of my face is burned, and I have PTSD that is triggered by the sight of fire. Now, I'm tasked with saving an entire race from extinction. This is too much for me to handle. Will someone come take the burden from my shoulders, or must I bear it alone? How long, until I'm crushed from its weight? OC/Soundwave

1. Prologue

A/N: WARRNING! This story will be confusing in the beginning and have dark themes, but everything will make since once you've read this and the sequel! So, please be patient and bear with me! This is my first FanFic, so please help me with any spelling, grammar, or personality typos. I own nothing. Also, I may bump the rating up to Mature in later chapters.

My name is Anna. I'm 13 years old, and I have long black hair. My eyes are grey, not a blind grey, but grayish-silver color. I'm 5 feet and 3 inches tall. I'm part of a trine, and the other half to my twin. We call ourselves the Galaxy twins, because our designation have to do with space. My designation is Shimmernova, for my anger can explode in a sudden nova, and then fade to nothing. For I can never stay angry at someone for long. My twin, Solarflare a.k.a Clare, looks up to me at times.

She looks almost exactly like me, except she put red streaks in her hair, and has fiery auburn eyes. She is named for having emotions as strong as the sun, and can flare up at any moment. She is very passionate about what she believes in. The youngest in our trine, is Starlight a.k.a Emma. She is as bright as a star and her presence lights up our day.

The first 5 years of Solarflare and my lives were perfect. Our mother was alive, and our father never hit us. Starlight was born, and we were all happy. Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever. We were all at a grocery store, stocking up our pantry, when the store was robbed. The robbers ended up getting caught, but not before they robbed us of our most important possession. Our mother, she tried to call the police but one of the robbers caught her and killed her.

My father never got over her death, he became constantly angry and began drinking. That's when the hitting started. Ever since then, I had to become the leader of our trine. I was the one to help with homework or go to when there was trouble. I had to stay strong and help my sisters and I through this nightmare. I was strong for Solarflare and Starlight when our mother was gone, I was strong for Starlight when Solarflare died and protected her from the fire. Only, there is only so much I can go through.

I bear the scars from my father's drunken rage, and the upper left side of my face is burned. I have PTSD and what triggers it is seeing fire. How long do my little sister and I have to live like this? How long can I stay strong, how much more can I take, before I too finally break?