I sprinted into the night.
Right, Left, Right, and Left again.
My feet stomped against the sidewalk.
Clutching my arm in pain.
Praying he would never find me.
I dashed into the city.
Tears threatening to stream down my face.
I gritted my teeth to keep back a scream of fury and agony.
Running about half-way into the city,
I huffed and collapsed into an alley.
It was dark.
The rain poured.
Shivering, I pulled back my hoodie.
The cut was glistening with crimson.
After grabbing my toolbox for a first aid kit, pulling out the disinfectant, then began to treat the wound properly.
When I had finished wrapping it, I gently put my hoodie back on and sighed.
Sniffing, I swallowed pain killers.
They left a soothing on my mouth.
Organizing my first aid kit, I placed it into its special spot into my dark grey backpack.
Inside neatly placed was 4 days worth of clothes, some food, water, hygienic instruments, my medications, my life savings, a radio, a childhood stuffed animal (named Crimson Red), and an extra binder.
Binder?
You may ask.
Yes.
A simple device that makes your chest flat.
...
I'm bigender.
(They/Them)
That's why.
When I finished making sure I had all my stuff.
I crawled into a damp paper box for shelter.
I thought about a few hours ago.
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!>"