Friend

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!>"