"(Y/n)," your mother starts, her words already dulling by the second. "You look beautiful."

"Do I?" You recoil, spinning around with a face full of disbelief.

Your slim, slender fingers run across the scars that went from your left temple all the way down to your lower chin. It was all a lie. Your whole family kept trying to convince you that you looked absolutely gorgeous, stunning anyone that came across your path. They can say one thing but strangers say another.

All the scars remind you of is the traumatic past that you had to endure.

"You do. Why can't we convince you of this? Just because you have a few markings doesn't mean you're not lovely." Your mother runs her soft fingertips over your damaged skin.

A gritty chuckle forces past the cracks of your clenched teeth as your shoulders bouncing like you were about to burst into uncontrollable laughter. The warm, caring eyes of your parent become wide with uncertainty.

"You should have told that to him." You spit out, lugging your backpack over your shoulder as you head for the front door.

Before you set a foot outside of the door, guilt consumes you whole. Your hand lets go of the door handle and you crane your head back to see your mother, who you usually called Marry, standing there with a hand over her mouth. Your hardened eyes blink slowly, taking in her uncomfortable posture.

"I'm sorry, Marry," you apologize, open the door, and step outside to catch the bus before she could accept your apology.

•••

You step off of the bus and shuffle around the people who got in your way, just trying to get inside of the building. Your earbuds played soft music into your ears to drown out the gasps of shock or the gut wrenching comments from cruel teens. Eyes lifeless and evil scan the full school hallway as your converse covered feet clack against the rough tile of the floor. When you reach your locker, you put in the code and open up the creaky door. A few exchanging of different books here and there, you close your locker door and continue to your classroom in complete silence.

You walk into the full classroom and all eyes are cast in your direction. Quietly scoffing to yourself, you take a seat in your desk and drop your backpack to your feet. You pluck the earbuds from your ears and shove them inside your back pocket.

"Hey, (Y/n), did you put any lotion on this morning? Looks like you need it." A voice that belonged to a male cackles at you.

You lift your eyes to see one of the school bullies smirking proudly at you, his lips curled into a suffocating grin. With a purse of your lips, you're quick to lift a hand and flip him off with little emotion. A girl with pink dyed hair across the room laughs but quickly covers her mouth.

"Hey, Blake, did you know that you should fu-" you're cut off by the Teacher, Mrs. Campbell, walking into the room.

He winks at you before turning around to pay attention to the thirty year old teacher he was crushing on. All the other students give you skeptical glares before turning their attention as well. The girl sends you a bright smile and goes to pay attention to her phone.

As far as everything goes, this was pretty normal. Another day being picked on. At least someone found you somewhat tolerable.

•••

School finally lets out and you breathe a sigh of relief, rushing down the hallway in full on sprint. You shove a few people out of the way and break through the doors with a cry of happiness.

"Freedom!" You exclaim, running down the sidewalk to your house.

It was okay riding the bus in the morning for the most part. It was at the end of the day when everyone becomes more than just vicious. It was probably because they knew that the day was coming to an end and they could get away with it. You lightly skip down the cracked sidewalk, humming to yourself with a made up tune. That is, until you hear the roar of a car behind you. Turning around, you see a red car stalking up to your side. The windows were tinted, so even if you wanted to see who was pulling up beside you, you couldn't. A feeling of pure uneasiness creeps up your arms in the form of goosebumps. Something was telling you to just run.

You adjust your backpack over your shoulders before pushing off of the concrete sidewalk and running. Looking back, you see the red car just sitting there like it was debating, or rather, the driver inside. When you finally got far enough away, you slow down to a jog.

"Crazy people. Stupid, crazy people." You murmur, still glancing back every once in a while to see if the car was still following you.

For the next few minutes of walking, you focus on the sound of cars passing by and the wind whipping past you. Your peacefulness is interrupted when two hands press to your back. A loud shriek passes through your lips and you spin around to see the girl from earlier.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." She apologizes with a slight smile and head tilt. It was like she didn't even notice the scars.

"It's okay. I just wasn't expecting anybody to be out here so far from school." You press a hand to your beating heart.

"I live down here! You live across from me, you know." She unintentionally grabs your hand and drags you along.

You trail your eyes back behind you, and to your horror, there was the red car again. Why was it following you?

"My name is Miko. You're (Y/n), right?"

You pry your glaring eyes away from the car and send a fake grin, acting like nothing was bothering you. Though, that car trailing behind you was definitely bothering you.

"Yeah," you answer simply, almost inaudible.

"Cool. I was working up the courage to come and talk with you since you seem to be pretty popular at school. I don't usually walk home from school like this but since Bulkhead is busy, I decided to chat with you. Hey, is something wrong?" She notices your distant attitude, looking over in the direction you were intently staring in.

When she sees the red car following you both, her eyes become the size of goofballs and she tugs you along into a sprint. You almost trip over your own feet, trying to pry your hand away from hers.

"Why are we running?" You question.

"That car," she breathes out. "That car is bad news!" She says again, eyeing your house that was coming up just a few yards away.

"Wait, what are you saying-?" You're cut off by being lifted from the ground by your backpack.

A loud scream erupts from you yet again, your hands clawing at your backpack straps to keep you from falling. With dangling feet, you stare down at Miko who looked conflicted to stay or to run. If she ran without even trying to help you, you would kick her butt in the afterlife.

"I knew the Autobots wouldn't be able to keep you safe for forever." A smooth voice belonging to the car chuckles down at Miko who looked terrified for you.

"O-oh my god! OH MY GOD." You shout, realizing that the car that was following you is now a giant robot holding you up.

"Not so loud, would you?" He hisses. Well, you guessed the car was a he.

It seemed that the robot didn't want you, no, it wanted Miko and you were the closest to grabbing. Was Miko your friend? It seemed like she was. So being a good friend, something you've always wanted to a have a shot at, you point to your house.

"Miko, get inside my house!" You command her, and without hesitation, you bolts from the scene.

"I'll find a way to help you, (Y/n)! I promise!" She gives one last look at you before opening your front door and speeding inside.

You look down at the ground below your feet and purse your lips. If you landed just right, you wouldn't break any bones and you could probably make a run for your house. The piercing red eyes of the robot glare at you.

"You just made me lose my one chance to get an Autobot accomplice." He growls at you, holding you up higher than before.

You spit in his face and slip from the backpack straps while he was distracted fussing over his finish and how disgusting humans were. Your feet hit the ground and a painful crack erupts throughout your right foot. You fall to your knees, one of your hands clutching into the foot that was throbbing with pain. You start to crawl to your house but it didn't last long before the huge robotic hand reaches it and grabs you up.

"Not so fast. I can't just leave you now that you know we exist. I was going to kill you after getting the other girl, but you will have to do. Maybe Megatron will find you interesting."

The hand that was holding your fragile body shifts around and before you know it, you're inside of the robot-car. It was fascinating how quickly he changed back, but also not fascinating because you were being kidnapped. You find yourself in the front seat and your first instinct is to lift your good foot and slam it down into the radio.

"Let me go, you freak!" You shout at him.

"Ow! Hey! Quit that!" He replies with a whine from you radio you kicked, strapping you down in the passenger seat.

You press your face to the tinted window and see Miko staring out of one of your windows, looking guilty as you're driven away. You slump back into the leather seat, eyes wide and mouth agape. How did no one notice you were just taken away? Was nobody around to see any of it?

"You're oddly quiet, fleshy." He pipes up, his rearview mirror turning to you.

Since you were just stolen without any real purpose and you didn't feel like you had something to live for, nor did you have your phone and earbuds, you decide that you better make the most of this. How are you going to do that? Aggravate the crap out your captor.

"WHO'S YOUR FRIEND WHO LIKES TO PLAY? BING BONG BING BONG." You scream at the top of your lungs, still using your good foot to stomp at the radio.

Hey, he asked for it.