Wavering Mind (Tranformers Prime fic)

Chapter 4

Karly's POV:

"I feel like I've been ran over by a bus."

I groan as I stir from my unconscious state, opening my eyes I quickly snap the shut from the blinding light in the room.

"Jeez did I die?! It's brighter than heaven in here!"

"She's awake!" I hear a familiar voice say excitedly.

Opening my eyes once more, I see my father smiling down at me as well as my mother.

"Hey kiddo how do you feel?" He questions.

"Like shit." I groan.

He chuckles, before my mother knocks him to the side and begins to hug me.

"We were so worried! When we got the call you were in the hospital, we didn't know what to expect." She says kissing me on the cheek.

I grin at her.

"I fine though aren't I?" I say.

They smile, before their smiles turn to frowns.

"How long have you been getting bullied?" My father questions.

I shrug.

"Since forever." I say casually.

Their eyes widen.

"Why didn't you tell us?!" My mother exclaims.

"Because it would have done absolutely nothing." I snap.

I see a hurt look come across my mother's eyes and I sigh.

"I'm sorry mom, just feeling grumpy is all." I say.

She nods.

"I understand dear." She says kissing me softly on the forehead.

"Who brought me here? I remember passing out in the forest." I question.

She shrugs.

"The doctors said he wouldn't say his name. They said he had dark purplish hair almost black, and he wore a pair of black sunglasses, he had on black clothing with hints of neon purple in them. That's all we know, do you perhaps know him dear?" My mother questions as she hugs me her brunette hair getting in my face.

Swatting at her, she chuckles.

"No, I've never seen or heard of anyone I know wear that kind of clothing." I say

My parents nod.

"So how long have I been dead to the world?" I question.

"2 days, you had a broken rib, and 2 cracked, as well as going through the first stages of hypothermia, you're lucky that man found you." My father says.

I smile.

"I guess I am huh?" I chuckle

3 hours later I was being set free from the hospital, thank God. Like most people, I can't stand hospitals, especially knowing that somewhere in the building there are at least 2 people dying, or suffering in agony. Yeah not exactly my cup of tea.

Sitting in my room reading Deadpool comics, I look towards my window, feeling slightly stuffy I walk over and open it before sitting back down on my bed. Getting to focused on the comic I fail to notice the whirring sound in my room. After a few minutes of reading, I let out a yelp when I feel something grab me by the ankle and carry me out the window.

Looking from my upside down position I let out a curse.

"Damn it Soundwave! A tap on the window would have been WAY more suitable!" I snarl as I hand upside down.