I continued to walk out of the city, and into the mountains.
It would be hours before I would take a break.
I hate hiking.
The rain turned to snow, and the tree's sheltered me from it.
I exhaled and saw my breath.
I curled beneath a tree and pulled out my notebook from my hoodie pocket.
Then started to write:
Hey, Its me again.
Who ever finds this, know I ran away for a reason.
I've walked for miles, trying to find a home.
Away from civilization.
I won't last long out here.
And that's kind of the point.
See you on the other side,
Alex
Then I began to doodle autobots.
They were complex at first.
But now I'm okay at it.
"No, It's terrible." Responds the voice in my head.
"Shut up." I whisper and run my fingers through my short hair.
SNAP
I flinch at the sound of breaking branches.
The sound getting louder and louder.
Grabbing my blade, I prepared myself for the attack.
Whatever it was,
it was huge.
SNAP
SNAP
CRASH
Whoa.
This thing is ginormous if it's knocking down trees.
I heard a mechanical beeping sound.
It startled me and I threw a stick in any direction.
A metallic thump hit something and I closed my eyes as it got closer.
Beep?
I slowly opened my eyes to find a bright yellow auto bot.
He kneeled and I recognized him from the news.
This was an auto bot named Bumblebee.
He beeped worriedly.
He reached out and stroked the side of my head with is warm digit.
I shivered and leaned my head to his extended finger.
Beep?
"<Why are you out here alone?>" I recognized his beeps to be Morse code.
"Long story..." I sighed and his optics softened.
"But to put it simply, my father, Jake, hurt me."
It hurts to even say his name.
I hate him.
His digit reached my shoulder and I winced in pain.
He cocked his head and pulled his finger back.
"<Are you okay?>" He reached for my arm to inspect it, "<Are you injured?>"
"Yes..." I hesitated, not used to such compassion and caring, "It's not that bad, just a cut..."
"<What?!?>"
I started to panic, "It's really not that bad..." I waved my hands in reassurance, "I'm fine really!"
He looked like he didn't believe me.
But he didn't try to dig.
Thank goodness.
It was quiet for a moment before I held out my hand, "My name is Alex. You are Bumblebee, right?"
"<That's me!>"
"Can we be friends?" I asked quietly.
His eyes (or optics rather) shined with delight.
"<Of cource!>"