A/N: Sorry for the long wait everyone, crazy weeks and trying to write what I think is good writing. So, to not to make me dread writing this whole thing I am spliting it up, for my sanity as it is crazy right now and I have many things to do and worry about. But hopeful you enjoy this, as always have a good day or night, whenever you read this, and onward to the STORY!
Chapter 23-Mindscape Part 1
Eleanor was leaning against the barn door, her eyes shut in concentration trying to shift through the clouded memories, she knew they were there to grab but it was harder than first thought.
"You should be sleeping, dear." She looked up to Megatron who had reverted back to his human form, though it was a little different. His hair once silver hair was a darker grey with blue streaks in it and his amber eyes now had grey flecks in them.
She smiled at him, "I can't, I have to sort through these memories."
He sighed, "No, you should sleep, or you'll become exhausted."
"But, there is so much…" He shushed her with a kiss.
"Go. To. Sleep." He pressed, she sighed and leaned against him, falling asleep almost instantly.
The house was quaint with white siding and black trim with grey shingles, the town they lived in was small enough that it wasn't on most maps but it was located in the forests of the Northwest coast of America. A black 1993 Ford Bronco pulled up to the quaint house.
Three people exited the vehicle, a tall man with black curtain styled hair and emerald green eyes. His skin was weathered and he wore a bomber jacket with a black tee and worn jeans and runners. The second one was a female slightly shorter than the man with long perm red hair with freckled skin and blue eyes, she had a fine figure and wore a red turtleneck shirt tucked into grey jeans with black boots.
The finally one needed assistance by her parents, she was knee height to her parents with bouncy red hair and shining emerald eyes. She wore polo shirt tucked in with wide jeans shorts, runners and high socks.
"Mom! Mom! Can we go again!?" She asked, beaming at her mother, she smiled.
"Soon, but for now why don't you go wash up for dinner sweetheart." The girl quickly ran off into the home, the Father coming up beside the Mother.
"Ah, I hope she never changes." He said with a small smile.
"Oh, I'm sure she'll be great whether or not she changes, dear." He laughed and kissed her head before heading into the house.
This was the first memory, the first one that made her heart swell with love and sorrow.
They were Eleanor's parents, their names were Martin Bella and Elizabeth Bella.
Martin Bella, Eleanor's Father, was a strong man at heart who had served in the Military for several years before leaving to marry Eleanor's mother. He was the strongest person Eleanor ever knew but always seemed to have a soft spot for her and her Mother.
Elizabeth Bella, Eleanor's Mother, was a kind hearted women that worked as a house cleaner. When she had met her Father she had helped him get him on his feet after leaving the Military. Eleanor always saw her Mother as the embodiment of compassion and understanding.
But, this memory of them returning from a day at the park was the last memories of a semblance of pure happiness and ignorance for Eleanor.
This is where her perfect life ended and her new one of reality began.