Radiance's Pov

Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always some reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day

I am always fighting with the Autobot's. Trying to protect the world from the 'Cons. So I figured that I would search my human family. But the I search my human mother's sister...My aunt. I pulled up this:

Diane Broach

Family-Placed Obituary

DIANE BROACH Diane Broach, 46, passed away August 29 2009 after a two year battle with cancer. Born in Kingston, Jamaica WI, she grew up in Queens, NY where she attended school at PS135, JHS109, and Bayside High School. After graduating High School, at the age of sixteen, she started college at Queens College and later transferred to the University of Northern Colorado at Greeley. She graduated with a BA in English. For the past twelve years she worked as a Technical Writer and the last four years at NYMEX as a manager of Technical Writing. She is survived by her parents, Arthur and Dolsie Kirlew; brother, Chris; sister, Karen and niece, Skyler. She was a bold, smart, energetic woman who will be missed by her family and friends. Services will be held at St Marks Episcopal Church, Palm Beach Gardens, FL on Saturday, September 12, 2009 at 11 AM. A visitation will be held from 9 AM until service time at the church.

Published in The Palm Beach Post from Sept. 9 to Sept. 11, 2009

I need some distraction

oh beautiful release
memories seep from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

I froze I did not know about ANY of this... I crashed down on my berth in shock.

M-my Aunt...my Aunt is..dead... I thought as my brain struggled to process the information.

I some ones heavy ped falls coming towards my room. I heard my door swish open as my vision started to become blurry. The last thing I saw and heard was a blurry face and someone shouting my name.

in the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here

Where am I?, what day is it? what time is it?... I feel my eyes burning...my head pounding.

"Skyler...", I heard a familiar voice call my name, " Skyler, you must forgive your self."

"Who is there, my name is Radiance Prime." I said into the darkness.

so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

A woman appeared before me glowing stark white wings.

"Aunt Diane..." I whispered. I ran and hugged her.

She hugged me tightly and said " Forgive your self, I am proud of you."

"I-i" I stuttered.

"Forgive your self..." My aunt faded away

I felt my self come back to reality. Bots and humans stared down-at me with worried expressions.

"Are you alright Radiance?" My father Optimus Prime asked.

I did not answer the question, I rose from the berth and walked outside. I was night, and a little breezy. I felt every Bot and human standing in the shelter of the base hanger behind me.

in the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here...

" Auntie...", I said softy looking up at the large luminous full moon in the dark night sky, " I forgive my self..."

(A/N) This Is for my Auntie, may she rest in peace...

Song: "Angel"- Sarah McLachlan.