This is my first Transformers Prime fanfiction but I have been debating whether I should upload it on here or not. So I asked my little brother if I should and he said "Go for it! I love Transformers Prime and I will support you!" I almost cried when he said that considering he is nine years old and that was the sweetest thing that he's ever said. This story will take place before, during and after episodes so here is Chapter One of Every Storm Runs Out of Rain! :)

Chapter 1

As I flew over the dry Nevada desert, I thought about everything I had lost this week. My home, my family, my sister, my best friend; all gone with that one plasma beam. The plasma beam that killed my best friend. My only friend that understood me. Sure, my sister was there most of my life, but she considered herself better than me since she was older. No, Flamestrike was there pretty much my whole life.

I dove low to the ground, so I wouldn't be spotted by any Decepticon. I was still considered an Autobot despite what happened these past few days. If only I had stopped Razorwing...

A week and one day earlier...

"Arcee, Razorwing and Cloudwing! You three will be going on patrol tonight." I heard Optimus Prime say. I looked up from the database.

Yes! Patrol, the only time I could think to myself without having so much noise interrupt my thoughts. Ever since Razorwing, Flamestrike and myself arrived here on Earth along with Ultra Magnus three months earlier, things have been bleak. The Decepticons have grown stronger since Shockwave and his Predacon came to Earth. Shockwave plans to clone species known as the Predacons to build an army and since they've been on a role with collecting fossils of the prehistoric beasts (the source of DNA for the cloning process), the scale isn't exactly tipped in our favor. Since we have 11 Bots (with Wheeljack threatening to leave) and the Cons have at least five hundred, excluding the Insecticons and Shockwave's pet, we aren't exactly battle ready to take on the Cons.

"All right. Come on Arcee, you're with me. Cloudwing, you can go by yourself. I'm sure you won't mind." Razorwing, my twin sister, sneered at me.

"Yeah sure, I won't mind." I said quietly. I never stood up to my sister in front of others.

"All right. Roll out!" Razorwing said and transformed into her automobile mode, a silver Ford Mustang GT. Razorwing and I are one of the few Cybertronians that can transform into both an air and land vehicle.

Arcee transformed into her motorcycle mode, muttering something about Razorwing being a lot like the Decepticon Knock Out and I have to say I agree with her. Although, Razorwing does prefer battle scars on her finish unlike the red Decepticon medic who would freak anytime a speck of dust landed on him, Razorwing is arrogant, not unlike the Decepticon medic.

Razorwing and Arcee zoomed out of the base. I looked over to Ratchet to see if I could go. I was studying to become a medic and I was receiving training form Ratchet. I saw Ratchet nod to me, signaling that my studies were over for today. I shut down my computer and walked over the exit. I was about to transform when I felt a servo rest on my shoulder. I turned to see Flamestrike looking at me. He was my best friend and most amazing partner you could ask for.

"You know that you don't always have to follow Razorwing's orders just because she's older than you." Flamestrike said gently to me.

"Yeah! Don't always listen to her. I don't always listen to everybody and look where that got me. I almost became a Pri... I- I mean, I saved Optimus Prime." Smokescreen said proudly.

"Beep beep boop beep." Bumblebee joined in.

"Bee's right. Don't let her walk all over you. Stand up for yourself!" Bulkhead added.

I looked away. I knew that my friends were just trying to help, but they don't realize that I can handle my own fights.

"I know, you guys. I just felt like letting her say something commanding today." I said quietly, realizing after a few seconds that that made no sense.

I transformed into my automobile mode, a Porsche Carrera 911 GT, and I zoomed out into the cool desert night. The moon was out, but it wasn't full, so I had to turn on my headlights. As I maneuvered around sharp corners and steep hills, I thought about what Flamestrike said. He did have a point. Razorwing had always considered herself superior to the Autobots, besides Optimus Prime. If one didn't know better, one would say that she was second-in-command to Optimus Prime and in a way, she was. Since I was her younger sister, she had always bossed me around. I would stand up for myself a few times, but she would cut always cut me down, saying that I was too weak to fight and too soft to kill a Con. I would always back down after that because I knew she was right. I never liked to fight or kill. Even though, I hold the rank of warrior, I prefer to stay at the base when there are battles and that is part of the reason that I wanted to become a medic.

As I drove, I heard an engine rev behind me. I adjusted my rearview to look behind me. Who I saw was definitely not lighting up my mood. I saw a blood red Aston Martin Dbs v12 flanked by two purple sports cars.

Scrap. It's Knock Out, I thought.

I had never met the Decepticon medic (at least I never think I did), but from the stories that Bulkhead, Smokescreen, Bumblebee, Arcee, and even Ratchet, my vision of him was an extremely arrogant mech that loved his paint job a little too much, loved to torture, and especially loved how to use his medic tools as weapons. I shuddered at the thought. But, I could've sworn that I've heard that name before, back when there was no fighting between the Autobots and the Decepticons….

I swerved off the road and accelerated. I still had a clear view of the Decepticons behind me. They swerved off the road and raced after me. I was surprised that Knock Out would even risk his finish getting dirty just to come after me.

We raced through the desert, weaving between dunes and plateaus. Pretty soon, the two Vehicons were right on my tail with Knock Out right behind them.

"This is Cloudwing calling to Razorwing. Come in Razorwing." I said.

Static.

Scrap, those Cons are scrambling up my communicator signal, I thought.

I turned my attention back to Knock Out and his two body guards. I saw Knock Out behind me and the two Vehicons on both sides of me. The two Cons beside me started closing the space between them. It was either slam on my breaks and get rear-ended by Knock Out or get caught in between two Vehicons. I go with option one, for obvious reasons. Just as the Vehicons were about to close the space in between them with me caught in it, I slammed on my breaks. The two Vehicons slammed into each other while I felt Knock Out ram into me from behind. I transformed into my bipedal mode and I was thrown a couple of yards, knocking the breath out of me when I landed. As soon as I had recovered, I deployed my wrist blades. I stood up and saw Knock Out still in his car mode. After a few moments, he finally transformed into his bipedal mode with his Energon prod out and ready.

"Are you crazy Autobot!? You could have scratched my paint. Do you know how priceless this finish is?" Knock Out snapped at me.

"Uh... not really and I don't care." I said dryly.

That was when Knock Out finally got a good look at me. He smirked.

"Well, well if it isn't the Autobot femme Cloudwing. So good to make your acquaintance finally. But I must say, isn't your name a bit weak for you? Oh wait, a weak name for a weak Autobot fits you perfectly." Knock Out jeered at me.

I remained silent, glaring at Knock Out. Even though he was arrogant and touchy about his paint job, he was still a dangerous opponent. The two Vehicons had recovered from their little crash and they now flanked Knock Out.

"I've heard that your older sister is an amazing fighter, but you, I've heard that you're too weak to kill a Decepticon. Allow me to show you how we Decepticons handle new Autobots." Knock Out said and he rushed at me, twirling his Energon prod.

I remained where I was until Knock Out was a few feet away from me, then I jumped out of the way, kicking him in the back while I did so. I landed by the two Vehicons and used my wrist blades to cut their throats. I landed the blows easily on both of them, killing them instantly. I turned to see Knock Out standing a few yards away, looking at me in shock.

"I guess that's what happens when you underestimate newcomers. Haven't you heard? Mess with the bull, you get the horns." I growled and I got into a fighting position.

Knock Out smirked at me. "Oh good. I was hoping for a good fight before I destroy you." he said.

I growled and leapt at Knock Out, who did the same. He raised his Energon prod above his helm and was about to let it come down on me when I used my wrist blades to stop the blow. I started to bend back toward the ground since Knock Out was stronger than me. Pretty soon, I was on my back with Knock Out on top of me. My arms gave out and Knock Out used that to his advantage. He kept my arms down with his pedes. I struggled to get free while Knock Out started to laugh.

"Well what do you know? You are too weak to kill a Decepticon. Especially one like me.", Knock Out said and he raised his Energon prod for the killing blow. I struggled even harder to get free.

"Yes, struggle Autobot. After all, what is the fun of the kill without the thrill?" Knock Out hissed at me.

"Get off of her, Con!" I heard someone shout before I saw a flash of orange ram into Knock Out, throwing him off me. I turned my helm to see an orange Dodge Viper with flames running down both sides beside me.

"Thanks Flamestrike." I said after he transformed and helped me up.

"No problem. Anything to help you Cloudwing." Flamestrike said, turning his attention back to Knock Out, who looked extremely angry.

"What the heck were you thinking Autobot?! You scratched my paint job! Do you know how long it takes to get my finish looking this good?!" Knock Out snapped at Flamestrike.

"Do you think I care, Con?" Flamestrike told Knock Out calmly.

"Easy for you to say. You wouldn't know what a good piece of art is from scrap metal! Seriously, are Autobots always this clumsy?" Knock Out shot back.

"Well actually, I meant to…" Flamestrike started to say, but a voice interrupted him.

"Girls, girls you're both pretty. Now let's focus on the task at hand." Razorwing said sarcastically as she and Arcee walked up. They must have seen us from the road, which I could still see. I thought I had driven farther from the road. Razorwing turned her gaze toward me.

"Why didn't you call for backup?" she snapped at me.

"My communicator's signal was all messed up.", I said quietly, looking at the ground.

"That's not an excuse!" Razorwing snapped and turned her attention back to Knock Out. And yet again, I manage to screw things up.

A look of worry crossed Knock Out's face plates, but it was quickly replaced by a menacing smile.

"Oh, four Autobots and one Decepticon. Kind of an unfair fight, isn't it? Or should I say, three Autobots and one Decepticon since we all know one of you is too cowardly to fight.", Knock Out said, directing his smile at me.

Flamestrike moved in front of me, shielding me from Knock Out's view. Suddenly, plasma beams started shooting at us form above. We [the Autobots] deployed our blasters and started shooting at the Vehicons flying above us. They transformed and started to charge at us. We did the same.

"Cloudwing, make yourself useful and go after Knock Out!" Razorwing snapped at me while she shot at a Vehicon and kicked another away from her.

I started to look for Knock Out, scanning the battle field for any signs of him. I spotted him backing away from the fight, talking to someone through his communicator. I rolled my optics and charged toward him, unsheathing my wrist blades and killing the Vehicons that got in my way.

"Where do you think you're going coward?" I said to him after the last Vehicon was out of my way.

Knock Out turned toward me and smirked. "Well, you're one to talk Autobot."

I charged at him, avoiding his Energon prod and I jumped into the air. I did a flip and I kicked Knock Out in the chest before I landed. He fell backward, landing on his back and knocking the breath out of him and his Energon prod landed beside him. I kicked his Energon prod away from his reach before he could recover. I pinned him to the ground, my wrist blades a few inches from his neck. A look of fear crossed his faceplates.

"Who's weak now, Con?" I hissed at him.

Before I could finish him off, I heard a grunt. I looked up to see Flamestrike fall to his knees. There was a hole in his chest and he looked at me with pain, sadness and… guilt? He landed face-first into the ground and behind him was Razorwing, lowering her blaster, smirking at him as she did so.

I looked from Flamestrike to Razorwing in shock, along with a wave of realization. Razorwing had killed Flamestrike and I did nothing, but stare in shock as I let the scene that had occurred before me sink in. But it didn't sink in fast enough. Knock Out pushed me off of him, calling to Megatron's warship for a Ground Bridge as he did so. I didn't do anything at all to stop him. All I could think about was what had just happened, about me not doing anything to stop it. Everything was a blur. I couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't even think. All I knew was that Flamestrike was dead and my sister had killed him in cold blood.

I lay there on the ground in a state of shock. The battle must have ended because I saw Arcee appear in front of me, shaking me, trying to get me to respond. She was talking, but I couldn't hear anything she said. All I could hear was the grunt of Flamestrike as he was shot. And the expression on his face will forever haunt me. A mix of pain, sadness and for some reason, guilt. He had looked at me with those expressions and it looked if had something to say too. He had opened his mouth but no sound had come out. The last thing I had seen was Razorwing's face after she had lowered her blaster. The smirk and the glint in her eyes, as if she were happy that she had killed Flamestrike. Her face was in my thoughts before I blacked out.

At first, all I could see was white. I tried to sit up but my body felt like it was buried in a ton of clouds. I didn't know clouds could weigh so much, but that was what I felt like. I blinked a few times and I tried to figure out where I was. The white turned into a small circle above me and things started to look clear. The small, white circle was a light and I could tell I was lying down. I flexed my servos, surprised I could move at all. Eventually, my body started to feel normal and I could move. I tried to sit up, but something firmly, but gently forced me back down.

"Easy Cloudwing. Regain your strength first." a voice said gently to me.

I moved my head to see Ratchet gazing down at me, concern covering his face.

"Where am I?" I managed to mumble.

"You're here in the base. You've been in recharge for a few days." Ratchet told me.

"Where's…Flamestrike? Is he…" I tried to say "dead", but I had slipped into darkness again.

The next time I woke up, my body didn't feel heavy like before. I felt like I was waking up from a well needed recharge. This time, I supported my body with my arms and I pushed myself to a sitting position. I could see Ratchet on the computer database and our three human friends, Jack, Miko and Rafael, on their platform, playing video games. I felt light-headed, but it wasn't too bad, although it probably wasn't a good idea to start walking. Miko was the first to notice that I was awake.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty is finally awake." she announced.

Ratchet immediately stopped what he was doing and walked over to me.

"Cloudwing, how are you feeling?" Ratchet asked as he inspected me.

"Fine, I think. Where are the others?" I asked.

"Optimus, Smokescreen and Bumblebee located another Predacon fossil and have gone to retrieve it and Razorwing, Bulkhead, Wheeljack and Ultra Magnus are doing the same thing but the Predacon fossil is on Scotland. And Arcee is around here somewhere." Ratchet said. It wouldn't have bothered me so much if he had mentioned Flamestrike.

"Where is Flamestrike?" I asked, hoping that my thoughts were just nightmares.

Everything went silent. The humans had stopped playing their game because I had asked that question. Even Miko was silent.

"Where is Flamestrike?" I repeated.

Ratchet inhaled and exhaled deeply. He avoided looking at me.

"Don't you remember? He was killed at that battle a few days ago by Knock Out." Ratchet said slowly.

I was silent. My expression, I'm sure, was blank. He wasn't dead. He couldn't be dead. I got up and started looking around; hoping to Primus, that this was a prank on Flamestrike's part and everyone was in on it. He had always loved to scare me out of my wits.

"He's not dead. He's just hiding, isn't he? He's playing a joke. You guys are on it, aren't you? Very funny, Flamestrike! Now come on out!" I called, looking behind the computer database.

I turned to Ratchet and the three humans. Ratchet walked toward me, shaking his helm with sadness in his optics. Even the humans looked somber.

"You were in a coma-like state for a week. Razorwing said that she saw Knock Out jump Flamestrike from behind. You were talking in your recharge, saying that Flamestrike was gone and you had done nothing about it. Cloudwing, you're blaming yourself when you shouldn't. It wasn't your fault. Knock Out made a very cowardly choice when he jumped Flamestrike from behind and you couldn't have stopped it. I am so sorry Cloudwing." Ratchet said sadly and he tried to put a servo on my shoulder, but I pulled away.

I couldn't except it. I tried to convince myself that this was a dream and that I should wake up anytime now, but I knew, deep down, that this wasn't a dream. This was reality and Flamestrike wasn't here, not anymore. But the hardest part was that it wasn't a Decepticon's fault that Flamestrike was gone. It was an Autobot's and it was someone I knew too well. I just never imagined that she would so something as sick and cruel as this. And the truth was that I could've stopped it. I shouldn't have followed her orders to capture the Decepticon medic. I could've just ignored her and fought alongside Flamestrike and prevented all of this. Her name now felt like acid in my mouth.

Razorwing.

I fell to my knees, feeling hollow. It felt like someone had punched a hole through my chest, but I wouldn't die from this hole. I couldn't escape the pain. I wrapped my arms around my torso as though that would've helped with the pain. It didn't and I had never felt this alone.
Ratchet rushed over to me and tried to help me back to the operating table. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run away, but I knew that wouldn't have helped me at all and it wouldn't bring Flamestrike back. I felt too weak to do anything.

"Cloudwing, answer me. You need to get back on the berth. Do you understand?" Ratchet said, worry filling his voice. I hadn't even heard him the first time. I let Ratchet lead me back to the berth because I didn't want him to think that I had gone into another coma and because there was nothing else I could do.

"He didn't kill him." I said, my voice barely a whisper.

"What?" Ratchet asked. He sat down beside me, so I wouldn't do something harmful to myself. Like falling backwards was going to affect me in any way.

"Knock Out didn't kill Flamestrike. Razorwing did." I said, clarifying my first statement.

Everyone was silent, staring at me with concern and sorrow.

"Cloudwing, you're probably confused. Razorwing said that she saw Knock Out kill Flamestrike. I told you that." Ratchet tried to explain to me.

"No, I may have been in a coma for a few days, but I know what I saw on that day. I saw Razorwing kill Flamestrike. Knock Out was nowhere near him. I know because I had Knock Out pinned to the ground." I said.

The humans exchanged looks while Ratchet shook his head. It was then Arcee came into the room. She saw me awake and practically ran over to me. Arcee had lost two partners, so she already knew how I felt. Plus, she had been like a second sister to me when she saw how my own sister treated me so we had been best buds.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Arcee asked gently.

"Betrayed." I said in a hard voice.

Arcee looked at Ratchet with a what-did-you-do? look, taken aback with my answer.

"She thinks that Razorwing killed Flamestrike." Ratchet explained to Arcee.

"She did." I said matter-of-factly.

"Cloudwing, she didn't kill Flamestrike. That egomaniacal Con medic did." Arcee said, trying to sound comforting. I shook my head.

"No Arcee. I know what I saw. Did you see Flamestrike die?" I asked, but her apologetic smile told me that she hadn't.

The computer started beeping. Ratchet went to the computer, reluctant to leave me.

"This is Ratchet." Ratchet responded to the caller.

"Hey Doc, could you open a Ground Bridge back to base from my coordinates?" the husky voice of Wheeljack through the computer asked.

"Yes, it should appear in a few moments." Ratchet said and he pulled a lever to activate the Ground Bridge. A green portal opened and Wheeljack came walking through.

"What happened? Where are the others?" Arcee asked.

"The others are fine. They're coming back with Ultra Magnus." Wheeljack said cringing at Ultra Magnus's name.

"Did you secure the Predacon fossil?" Ratchet asked.

"The beast hunt kind of took a nasty turn." Wheeljack said.

"Is Razorwing still with them?" I asked.

"Well look who finally woke up from recharge. How you feeling kid?" Wheeljack asked, completely ignoring my question.

"I feel fine. Is Razorwing still with them?" I asked again.

"Yes, she should be back with the others in an hour." Wheeljack said.

Suddenly, the computer started to beep…again. I swear, sometimes that computer just wants to make our lives stressful because sometimes that computer will beep for no reason.

"We've detected another Predacon fossil. Arcee, Wheeljack, since Optimus and his team are not back from their mission, you two will investigate." Ratchet said.

"I don't feel up to it." Wheeljack said as he stretched.

"Alright if you're fine with sending me off alone." Arcee said with a smirk.

"Alone is how I prefer to roll." Wheeljack retorted.

"Wheeljack, you do not want me to abandon a complex equation to go outside my comfort zone. Besides that, I have a patient to look over." Ratchet said, slightly annoyed that he had to point out the obvious. Wheeljack glared at Ratchet.

"Fine, I'm going." Wheeljack said exasperated.

Ratchet activated the Ground Bridge and the two bots walked through. I heard Miko chuckle.

"I was wondering how long it would take for our two lone wolves to hook up." Miko said after the Ground Bridge closed.

Everyone stared at Miko. Jack and Rafael exchanged looks while Ratchet and I just gaped at Miko. I tried to strike up a conversation.

"So, um Miko, it's unlike you to not try and sneak off. I would've thought that you would've snuck off with Bulkhead or ran off with Wheeljack right now." I said, trying to lighten the now awkward atmosphere.

"I was waiting for you to wake up. I wanted to know all about the Con smack down you had with Knock Out and his finish protectors. Nobody else will tell me about it." Miko said.

"Miko, I don't think she would like to talk about it. You know what happened." Jack said after he saw my pained expression.

"No Jack it's alright. I'll tell you what happened." I said, settling back to tell them the story…

An hour later…

"And that's when I blacked out." I said, finishing up the story of the battle.

Miko was practically falling out of her seat and she had responded the most with gasps and aww's while Jack and Rafael had widened their eyes. Ratchet had even turned away from the computer to listen. Agent Fowler and Jack's mother, June had stopped in shortly and had listened to my story before they left to fetch another Predacon fossil that Rafael had discovered on the Internet. I had left everyone that was still here with wide eyes (and a pair of optics). The story had been so long to tell because I would have to pause for a little bit, since I was talking about my now-deceased partner.

"There's one thing I still don't get. Why are you saying that Razorwing, your sister I might add, snuffed Flamestrike when she said that Doc Knock got him?" Miko asked.

"Because I speak the truth. I had Knock Out pinned to the ground and I saw Razorwing kill Flamestrike." I protested.

"You must be confused, dear sister." a voice said.

I looked to the left and I saw Razorwing walking toward me and behind her was Bulkhead and Ultra Magnus walking through the doors to the base. I narrowed my optics at Razorwing.

"Hey Cloudwing. How are you feeling?" Razorwing asked me with a too-sweet gentle voice. Four bots that have said that to me and counting. She reached out to place a servo on my shoulder.

"Don't touch me, murderer." I growled at Razorwing.

"Wow, someone's not in a happy mood." Razorwing said, chuckling.

"Gee, would you be in a good mood when you're talking to the bot, especially your own sister, who murdered your partner?" I snapped.

"I didn't murder Flamestrike. Knock Out did. Remember?" Razorwing said as if I were dumb.

"Oh yeah I remember perfectly. I had Knock Out pinned to the ground and I just happened to look up because I heard my partner grunt. Flamestrike had been shot and after he fell, I saw you with your blaster pointed to where he had been." I said through gritted teeth.

By this time, everyone had come back from their missions and everyone had their optics on us. Razorwing narrowed her optics at me.

"Cloudwing, I will not stand for this. I don't care if it's the grief talking or not, but I will not stand for you to accuse me for murdering your partner when you know that that is not true." Razorwing hissed, her way of telling me that this was her last warning.

"Really now? Yet, you can stand to lie to everyone here in the room. You know what really happened out there on the battle field as do I. And until you can admit the truth, I don't ever want to see your face plates again." I said gravely.

"You can't force me to leave Cloudwing. You know I'm stronger than you." Razorwing said, glaring at me.

"I didn't say anything about you leaving." I said and I got up and started walking towards the entrance.

"Wait, don't you think you two can work this out?" Bulkhead asked, blocking the entrance.

"Beep beep whirr boop." Bee protested, moving to stand beside Bulkhead.

"Bee's right. There's no need for anyone to leave. Why don't you guys just talk it out?" Smokescreen said, also joining the blockade.

"In case you hadn't noticed Smokescreen, we did talk. Apparently, someone doesn't know how to tell the truth." I snapped.

"Please Cloudwing. Don't leave." I heard Ratchet plea behind me.

I turned to look at Ratchet. His face plates were filled with sorrow. Ratchet had been like a father to me ever since I arrived on Earth. I was the "runt", you might say, and he took me under his wing and tried to teach me everything he knew about how to be a medic. I closed my optics and turned my back to him.

"I'm sorry Ratchet, but I won't stand to be near my partner's murderer like everything's fine and dandy." I said, pain and grief filling my voice.

I had reached the entrance the three mechs were still blocking the entrance.

"Move." I said, my voice hard.

The mechs looked to Optimus, their optics pleading for an excuse for me to stay. I looked at Optimus. He sighed.

"If it is your wish to leave, then so be it. But remember, you are always welcomed here. Just promise me that if you meet or join the Decepticons, do not reveal the location to our base." Optimus said.

"You have my word Optimus. And I don't think I'll ever be coming back. Not until some words are said." I said.

Optimus nodded at the three mechs, who reluctantly moved out of the way. I walked out into the cool desert night. I turned to look back at what was my family. Bulkhead, Smokescreen, and Bumblebee had sad expressions, Arcee had grief and sympathy written all over, Optimus, Ultra Magnus and Wheeljack had hard expressions and Ratchet had turned away with pain and sorrow all over his face plates. The humans looked sorry for me. The only one who seemed to be happy about all of this was Razorwing. She had a smirk, trying to tell me that she had won.

Smile all you want dear sister. This is just the beginning. I will avenge Flamestrike if it's the last thing I do. I can promise you that, Razorwing,

I thought and inside me, I felt something snap. I looked at Razorwing and all I felt toward the bot I had once called my sister, was pure hatred. I turned away and transformed into my jet mode, a Dassault Mirage III, and I flew off into the night, never again looking back at what used to be my family.

So how did I do? Please review and hopefully, you liked it. :) Don't worry, it won't be this sad all through the story. This story is prewritten so it shouldn't take that long to upload a few chapters. Anyway, before I get too carried away (like I almost always do when I'm nervous about a new story), please review.