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Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers.
Summary: I don't remember much about how I died. But now, I'm an alien baby robot. And I'm being raised by robots. Help.
Prologue: Like Suicide
~He'll cut you down with a single thrust
She's taking over too quickly
No medication can cure the lost
So say a prayer for the sickly
'Cause she belongs to heaven
She's coming over like a suicide~
-Like Suicide - Seether-
I wasn't crazy. No. Everyone around me was just to sane.
Atleast, that's what Moka's told me. Mina said I was going insane. But Moka always beat on Mina. Mina was nice though. Moka was bad.
I'm so confused. I don't k ow who to believe. But I believe myself.
I remember everything about me. Who I am.
My name is Larissa Alena Cordova. And I'm 18 years old. I have Snow White hair, big blue eyes and tan skin. I'm half Hawaiian and half Greek. My parents are Ivy Blackhawk Cordova and my father is Rin Cris Cordova.
I am depressed, I have a bipolar disorder and I have three selves. My arms and legs are covered in scars. Moka does those.
Moka is Mina's twin. She's suicidal, depressed, mean and insane. Batshit crazy. As Mina says. She has shiny silver hair and glowing red eyes.
Mina is Moka's younger twin. She's bubbly, girls and sometimes stupid. But she's sane. Very sane. She's a goody goody. She has bright rosy pink hair and even brighter green eyes than anyone has seen.
Moka is a Hummingbird. Mina is a Mockingbird. And I'm a Woodpecker. Three unique little birds. Three crazy little things.
I am neutral. Mina is the strongest mentally, but weakest physically. Moka strongest physically, but weakest mentally.
Three of a kind we are.
Three crazy little girls. Just waiting to snap. Like a ticking time bomb.
I wonder how long before one of us explodes and we die.
Maybe today.
At work.
I feel it. Someone's gonna explode.
"Larissa! Did you feed the wolves yet?!" My overweight boss yelled at me from where he stood on the ledge of the platform. He looked down at me, his pudgy face, red and sweaty like always.
"I am going to feed them when I finished with the Zebras." I yelled back, flicking my white bangs out of my face, "you fucking dumbass." I mumbled to low for him to hear.
Yes, I work at a zoo. But I love animals, wolves being my favorite. My boss is the worst person ever. He's such a jerk AND. A major perv. I caught him peeking I to the girls changing room the other day.
Ugh...
But I need the money if I wanted my new car. I almost had enough to buy myself my baby.
She was a black Corvette ZR1. It was my uncles car. He was a millionaire, needless to say and he was selling it to me for barely half of what it was worth. He said it was my late 18th birthday present. Being his only niece and all.
Trust me. I'm not spoiled. At all. Actually it's really the opposite. My own two parents aren't the greatest people in the world. They had me when my mother was 17 and my father was 20. Young and stupid. As I've been told. I should've been aborted. I shouldn't have been here.
But my uncle, my mothers older brother, pleaded to her to not abort me, and with heavy persuasion, she agreed. And I was born 8 months later.
Sure, it was fine growing up in a basement, of my grandmothers house. But it was fun and memorable. I'd always be howling, like a wolf, when I was younger and i knew then and there, wolves were my favorite animal.
So each chance I got, my uncle took me to the zoo. The San Diego zoo. My parents couldn't afford to take me places, so my uncle did. And my favorite place to be was the wolf exhibit.
I enjoyed watching them play, and run around, they were so beautiful.
But then...Momma got sick and Uncle and Daddy didn't get along anymore. So uncle left and I hadn't talked to him until I turned 18. By then though, momma was now very ill and Dad would beat me. He abused me, both physically, mentally and sexually.
Yes, I'm not a virgin. It was taken when I was 11. I never told Mom, because he threatened to kill me. I didn't tell my uncle. No matter how much I wanted to. I couldn't. I was scared. And the older I got, the more I changed.
I grew depressed and I resorted to cutting. I would cut everyday to keep myself numb. My arms and legs are covered in scars, and they let me know that the past is real.
My mind changed. I grew different personalities. And I was diagnosed as being Bipolar. My mood swings are daily and they're very unpredictable. One second I'm nice, the next I could be mean. I have zero control.
But always, wolves were my sanctum. I have ONE stuffed animal who means the world to me. Momma gave it to me when I was 6. It was a beautiful black wolf. Well now it was all raggedy and torn. But I still loved it all the same.
As I made my way to the wolf exhibit, my pail of meat swinging in my hands. I heard a patter of feet running towards me. I turned to see one of my only friends, Thomas, running towards me.
"Wolfy! It's your mom. She's... Passed. You're to leave and go to the hospital. Your uncles waiting for you in the office. I'll feed the wolves." He hugged me quickly before grabbing the pail and pushing me forward.
My... Mother. Was. Gone? No. Not my mother. I took off dead sprint through the zoo, running as fast as I could, despite my short frame. Tears clouded my vision, but I refused to let them fall. I hadn't cried since I was 9. I wouldn't start now. I blinked hard and kept running. When the office came to view I ran inside, huffing and puffing.
My uncle sat there, well stood now, and without another word, grabbed me in an embrace and held me.
"She's gone baby girl. Your momma's gone." He whispered running a hand through my short hair.
I gripped onto him and buried my face deep into his shirt. I gave a shuddering breath and bit my lip to the point it bled.
"Lets get to the hospital." He whispered and picked me up. Like I was a little girl again, and not an 18 year old, barely an adult.
When we got to the hospital my father wasn't even there. We went up to the room and my mother lay in her bed, her face towards me. Chest unmoving, face pale, but still as beautiful as it always was.
She looked so tiny in the big bed. She still had the plug in her nose and the needles in her arm. The IV wasn't dripping anymore and the heart monitor was off. It was silent.
Uncle walked over to her and ran a hand through her long black locks and kissed her forehead, I share I saw tears in his eyes. He looked at me and said, "I have to get to work. Your father will bring you home. I love you baby girl." He hugged me once more, a tight hug, one I didn't want to let go of. He kissed my head before leaving me and my mother alone and in dead silence.
I walked up to the bed and kneeled down. I grabbed her cool and unmoving hand in mine and gripped it tightly. I bowed my head and gave a prayer before looking at her.
"Hi mom." I sniffed pitifully, feeling the tears come back, "Well. you're out of pain now. I'm sorry. I should've been here for you. It's my fault. I should've stayed ya know?" I whispered, I swallowed the lump in my throat and closed my eyes momentarily. I reopened them and ran my thumb over hers.
"I hope you're watching over me up there. I might join you soon. I don't know how much more I can take. Dad abuses me all the time. I just never told you because he said he would murder me. I'm so sorry for being weak." I whispered again. This time I slid my long sleeves up and exposed my scars and bruises.
"See? Your little girl is falling apart. She's a mess." I explained my hands shaking, "I'm sorry mom. I should've... Listened to you. I shouldn't have left school. I'm so sorry. I really am and you know it." I gave a feeble smile, my hands and limbs shaking much harder.
"I think... I think it's time for me to pass on." I gave a deep breath and reached into my boot. There I pulled out a gun, I always kept with me. I turned the safety off and cocked it back.
I snuffled again and this time, I let myself cry, "I'm sorry. I should be stronger. I really should be. But it's hard to be strong when all you know is pain. I'm sorry for being weak. For not being the baby girl you wanted. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." With a shaking wrist I put the barrel to my head. My hands were shaking and I could hardly see, my visor was full of tears, as I cried. 9 years and I cried again. Moka and Mina were right. I'm weak.
Its time for the little Woodpecker to fly away.
"I'll see you soon." I kissed her hand gently and gripped onto it ten times tighter then before. If I was going to do this, the last person I would ever want to see would be my mother. The woman who raised me. The woman who gave me life. The one who fed me. the woman who changed me. The woman who cared. The woman who always made sure i ate. The woman whom I looked up to. The woman who was my everything. The woman I ever called my family. The woman who loved me. I took back everything I ever thought of her at that moment and only remember the happy times. The times before she got sick. Everything. And I felt... Happy. For once. I was content.
This is it... I took a big and deep breath, gave my mom one last smile and closed my eyes. I moved my finger over the trigger and said the last thing I would ever say.
"I love you mommy."
And then I pulled the trigger.
Kind of a depressing Prologue don't you think? I'm sorry. I cried writing this. Sorry again.
My prologue. So until then.
-IcePrincess