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Transformers And Anything Related To Any Outside Sources In This Story Does Not Belong To Me. Everything Else However Belongs To Me

Warning:

Involves Mentions Of Death And Insanity As Well As Accidental Robot Molesting And Bullying

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"Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn."

― Mahatma Gandhi

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Sam stared out of the window, watching the buildings pass by idly. "Are you sure we're going to the right place?" Asked Sam suspiciously. The part of town Sam and Ron were going to was worn down. It had graphitic on the buildings and trash around the corners. It didn't look at all like where a car dealer shop would be at.

Ron sighed. "Yes, this is the place." Ron told Sam. "But I'm pretty sure the Porsche dealership was in the other direction." Sam said, facing her father after a left turn at a liquor store. "Who said I was going to buy you a Porsche?" Ron smirked, amused at his daughter's naiveté.

"What! What do you mean you're not going to buy a Porsche? A Porsche is the only car in Tranquility that is in the range limit you set up for me." Sam exclaimed, her eyes wide in surprise. "I was going to but then one of my friends from the office recommended Bobby Bolivia's Car Lot. Apparently, most cars are cheap there. So instead of getting a Porsche we'll get you something from there." Ron explained, hoping that his daughter wouldn't explode in anger for tricking her.

Unfortunately, Ron's luck was taking a well-deserved vacation at that time. "You lied to me! You said I would get my dream car. Instead I'll get a two-bit car that'll probably not work at all." Sam moaned in despair. She could imagine it now. She comes to school with the crappiest car in the world and Trent is just there when it breaks down. Afterwards, the whole school comes out and starts laughing at her with Trent chanting out "Witwacky! Witwacky!" Sam will be the school's laughing stock.

"Sam, this is your first car. We can't just buy a new car like that. You should be glad that you're getting a car at all." Ron said, trying to reasonably settle her down. He wished that he didn't have to deal with this. Sam made a noise of despair.

Soon, Ron and Sam pulled up to Bobby Bolivia's Car Lot. It was an old and worn building with the lights in the sign 'Bobby Bolivia's Car Lot' flickering on and off. An ostrich, that was probably legally taken here, walked in-between rusted and crushed cars. Rap music was floating through the air and no one was in the car lot.

All in all, Sam was not impressed. Ron blinked at the ostrich, a little bewildered. He looked around trying to spot someone in the car lot. At the very side of the car lot, behind a hot pink mini was a man. The black man wore a Hawaiian T-Shirt with board shorts and a straw. Ron yelled, "Hey, you! Are you the owner of this joint?"

The black man looked up at the yell. "Oh, customers! Just wait there I'll be with you in a minute." The man shouted back. He put down the wrench in his hand on the tool box next to him. Then he picked up a cloth from nearby and proceed to walk towards Sam and Ron while cleaning his hands.

"Hey, the name's Bobby. I own this place. How can I help you?" Asked Bobby. "My daughter and I are here to buy a car for her." Ron replied still bewildered out by the ostrich. Bobby turned to Sam and did a full body scan, the stare lingered a bit on her breasts and hips. Sam scowled at Bobby, noticing the stare.

A smarmy grin went on Bobby's face. "Well you came to the right place! We have a great collection of cars from Camaros to . . ." Sam tuned out the rest of the conversation happening between the car dealer and her dad. Instead she let her attention drift till she caught sight of a battered looking yellow Camaro.

The Camaro was battered and dusty. It was yellow and had black racer stripes. The Camaro has certainly seen better days. But what really made Sam notice the yellow Camaro was the sense of Déjà vu she got from the car. Like she had seen the car before.

Sam walked towards the Camaro. The feeling of Déjà vu got stronger and stronger. It was almost like something was pulling her to the Camaro. The feeling soon became stronger and stronger until Sam blanked out.

(REmemBeR)

Sam was walking. She didn't remember walking but she was walking. She was walking down a street, an unfamiliar yet strangely familiar street. It was hot but Sam knew that just a minute ago it was mildly warm.

In front of Sam was a girl. The girl had black hair, brown skin and a sky blue dress on. Sam felt like she should know the girl. Abruptly the girl turned around. "K- , hurry up. Amma's waiting for us!"

Sam felt herself smile. "I'm coming L- . Don't run across the street!" The girl stuck a tongue out at Sam. "Stop reminding me." Sam felt a flash of amusement come from out of nowhere.

L- crossed the street with Sam right behind her. Suddenly a car skidded the corner wildly. It was a Camaro. A yellow Camaro. Sam couldn't see the driver but she had an idea that the driver couldn't control the car from how out of control it was.

L- froze. She stared at the uncontrolled car heading closer to her. She felt overwhelming fear. She didn't want to die. She still had so much to do. Tears started making there way from her eyes. I don't want to die, thought L- .

Sam stared as the Camaro went straight for L- . For a moment time stopped. The next thing Sam knew was that she moved directly in line of the car. L- fell some feet away from Sam on the floor, a safe distance from the speeding car. Sam felt herself mouth the words 'I love you', staring at her sister (ShE wAs HEr SisTEr) straight in her brown eyes.

The next thing Sam knew was pain. She felt an immense amount of pain. Sam tried to open her eyes. What Sam saw around her was a startling amount of red. The vivid red color contrasted against the black of the road. In the corner of her eye Sam saw the yellow Camaro skid to a stop. Almost as if hitting her made the Camaro realize that something was wrong.

She saw as a young man came out of the Camaro and rush to her, hovering above her body. Sam then heard someone cry out her name (WaS It hEr NaME?). "K- , K- . Don't die. Please don't die. I love you. Please, stay with me." Sam felt her body slowly turn itself toward where her sister was kneeling next to her.

Sam stared at her sister, words too heavy to come out. The young man soon started to talk. "Just hang in there, ok. The ambulance is coming soon." Sam wanted to tell the man that it was no use. She was dying. She wanted to tell her sister that it wasn't her fault that she is dying.

Sam wanted to say many things and do many stuff. Instead Sam titled her head towards the yellow Camaro. She stared at the yellow Camaro until her vision went blurry and she stopped breathing. She stared at the Camaro until she was finally dead.

". . . Hey kid are you okay?" Sam felt as if she was underwater the whole time and just suddenly came up to the surface for a breath. For a terrible moment, Sam felt as if she was dead and just imagining the voice asking her if she was okay. Sam shook her head and tried to pay attention to her surroundings once more. "Yeah, I'm okay." Sam forced out, trying to focus on her dad and the car dealer talking about the Camaro.

Sam hated this. She hated when she gets weird Déjà vu feelings. She hated it when these feelings get so intense that Sam feels like she is drowning in liquid fire. But most of all, she hated the fact that she would sometimes space out and hallucinations would occur.

Seeing the yellow Camaro, for example, triggered an episode of hallucinations. Sam has had these hallucinations since she was born. They were always more frequent when she was younger but now that she was older they stopped coming up. But when they do come up they were always more vivid and intense than others.

These hallucinations were always about the same thing. They were about the life of a high school girl who died in a car accident protecting her sister. Those hallucinations were the reason why she had a fear of cars when she was little. Sam knew that if anyone found out about these episodes that she would be put in a loony bin. Especially since Great-Great Grandpa Archibald was insane too. So Sam kept these episodes a secret and never told anyone about them.

Sam focused on the Camaro in front of her. Without the feeling of nostalgia threatening to consume her, Sam could focus more on the car. The Camaro looked like it was in its 1990s with its old fashion model. The black stripes on its sides seemed more like racing stripes than anything. The Camaro was probably an old race car in the 1990s.

Sam moved toward the door of the Camaro, slowly dragging her fingers from the side of the car. The car shook at little, almost if it felt that soft touch. No, Sam thought, I was just imagining it. Sam opened the car door and settled herself in the driver's seat, testing to see if it was comfortable.

She started wiping off the dirt on the wheel. She once again felt the car shudder but chalked it up to the fact that the car was old and needed repair. Once Sam uncovered the dirt from the wheel she saw an odd icon on the wheel. The icon was a reddish-sliver color with a face in the shape of a humanoid robot.

She touched the icon softly, feeling another Déjà vu feeling. But the feeling was weak, not strong like the ones that bring up her hallucinations. She chalked that up to the fact that the icon was some popular theme in high school now. The car shuddered again.

" . . . Sam, get out of that car right now. We're leaving." Ron called out to Sam. "What? Why?" Sam asked confused. She wasn't paying that much attention to the conversation going on between Bobby and her dad. "Bobby here wants us to pay $5,000 for the Camaro you're sitting in. That's above our limit so we're leaving to another car shop."

Sam didn't know how to feel about that. On one hand, she wanted to run away far from the car that invoked such odd reactions. On another hand, this car felt special. And Sam was always attracted to special things.

"C'mon, Sam get out of the car." Ron said irritated with Sam's spacing out. Sam reluctantly got out of the car dragging her body from it forcefully. The car gave another shudder from the close contact with Sam.

Sam walked about three steps from the Camaro when suddenly a high pitched noise came from the car, shattering all the glass from the buildings and car. For a second there no one made a sound, afraid to break up the silence that came from the shattering of the glass.

" . . . I'll give you this haunted Camaro for $4000."

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My Blood . . . Stained The Floor

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Author's Note:

Well the explanation about the hallucinations came out. As well as how Sam died and a little bit about her life from 'Before Sam'. We also find out where she gets her fear of cars from and her conflicting feelings about the Camaro. And a little more insight on how regular Sam acts like. Also perverted Bobby. Heh, heh. Sam has horrible luck with men.

*Amma means 'mother' or 'mom' in Tamil. Tamil is the second language of Past Sam.

Also check out my tumbler autobot-seeker-stardust for sneak peeks and more about this story. Also check out About the boy, its the Side-Fic about Trent and Sam.

This Chapter is called My Blood in referenced to how Sam died.