Demons and darkness (Sunstreaker)

Chapter 1. Tied up

I weakly opened my eyes. Everything in my body hurts. Like I had been run over by my Megatron. I glanced at my arm, bruised from all the injections and infuses. The medication made my brain jelly. They treat me like I am toxic or something. Do other psychopaths get treated like this as well? I lifted my head as the door opened up. 'Hello, Sunstreaker.' Ratchet walked up to me. 'Please release me. I want to go back to my room.' He sighed. 'My wrists hurt from being tied up...' he crossed his arms over his chest. 'You're not the victim here, you know that right?' He asked. 'Release me,' I repeated. 'No,' he passed the bed. 'Ratchet!' He ignored me. I threw my head back. 'How long do I have to stay here?' I muttered. 'As long as it takes, your medication works,' he said. 'You were the one who stopped taking it so, you'll get injections now,' he said. 'The mood stabilizers make me weak. I need to focus, I can't even draw!' He turned. 'That's your own fault,' he snapped. 'My own fault! I haven't done anything! They set me up!' I hissed. 'Liar! You're lying the moment you are born and no one trusts you!' He shouted back. 'You're lucky you can stay here because believe me, 99 percent of the bots here voted to throw you back into space! Only Optimus is the reason you're here!' He sneered. 'It's not fair...'

He snorted and walked over to the door. 'I was a good mech, I didn't do anything wrong,' I mumbled but he had already left. A silence fell and it drove me up the walls. I screamed and kicked against the bed, trying to get my bleeding wrists free. I pulled and pulled but I couldn't free myself. 'Hey! Hey.' I felt a warm touch on my arm and stared into two ocean blue eyes. 'It's okay, calm down.' The female sat down on the edge and ran her hand through my messy blonde hair. 'Calm down,' she murmured. 'Kill me.' I saw compassion. 'What's your name?' She asked quietly. 'Monster.' She shook her head. 'That can't be your name, right?' She asked. 'Sunstreaker...' I whispered. 'Hi, I am Heather,' she said and smiled warmly. She laid beside me, hugging me and despite not knowing her, the feeling was smoothing. It helped against my mental pain. I was not alone. She laid beside me for at least twenty minutes. I opened my eyes as she shifted and sat up straight. 'I am not gonna kill you,' she said before she slid off the bed and grabbed a few things and gloves. 'Let's see your wrists,' she mumbled, releasing my hands and starting cleaning them up.

Her touch was so soft and gentle. It was absolutely intoxicating. 'Heather!' Ratchet crossed his arms. 'What?' she asked without looking. 'What do you think you're doing?' he asked. The female glanced at me for a moment. 'Helping him...' she stated, still not looking at Ratchet. 'Get away from him,' he demanded. Heather stopped and got up, 'he's hurt...' They stared at each other for some time and I instantly knew Ratchet and Heather knew each other for a while. 'I didn't give you permission to handle him. He's dangerous,' she sulked. She snorted and sat back down, 'yeah... sure he is. Have you seen his state?' she snapped. I usually don't like it if people stand up to me, but I was glad she did. 'He's not a victim,' Ratchet continued. 'No?' she asked, uninterested. 'He's a serial killer.' Heather didn't seem to be bothered by that. 'Okay... Thank you for the information. Mind leaving now so I can help him?' she asked, glancing at him. 'We are not done talking about this, Heather,' he said and walked off. The female rolled her eyes and focussed on my left wrist.

'You know him very well, I see.' Heather snorted, 'he's my doctor... a few years ago, I got operated after an accident and he helped me recover,' she said. 'What kind of accident?' I asked. 'Decepticons,' was her only reply before she got up and cleaned everything up. 'Thank you,' I said. She gave a small nod and sat down on the edge. 'Why are you laying here?' she asked. 'I stopped taking my medicines. Last week I was released again from a mental health institution,' I explained. 'I have to go there in order to stay here on earth. I thought they wouldn't figure it out but I guess I am too alert. These medicines make me feel weak and tired,' I sighed. She glanced at my bruised arm. 'I am here for observation... they test several medicines on me to see which one works the best,' I added and watched her grasp my cold hand. I liked her gesture. 'That sucks...' she sighed. I nodded, 'shall I bring you some food... will that cheer you up?' she asked. I smiled weakly, 'You don't have to look after me...' I trailed off. 'I will decide for myself if I help you or not,' she said and got up. 'You are pretty.' She chuckled. 'Thank you.'

((Heather's P.O.V))
I like this mech. He's handsome and smart but he's so sad. I hate to see him like this and I barely know him. He reminds me of my brother. The last few months of his life. He was just as sad as Sunstreaker is right now. I felt a wave of fear rise up. I don't want this mech to face the same fate as my brother did. I sat down on the edge again. 'Don't ever ask anyone to kill you again,' I said. He snorted and looked sadly at me. 'Look at me, Sunstreaker.' He glanced at me again. 'You don't have to be alone,' she said. 'I am alone... no one wants me,' she replied icily. 'I want to give you a chance,' I said. He snorted, 'that's a hopeless case...' I sulked. I pressed a kiss on the back of his hands.'I don't think you are a hopeless case,' I mumbled and let go of his hands. 'I am going to get you some food,' I stated and got up. His eyes followed me, rather surprised. Leaving the room, I bumped straight into Ratchet. He tightly grabbed my arm and dragged me with him. 'You are not allowed to come near my patients, especially not to him,' he snapped. I opened my mouth to object but Ratchet was quicker. 'No! I decide if you can visit my patients or not,' he snapped. 'He needs help, he's sad and I have seen it... I have been through this before. I don't want him to suffer mentally. It tears people apart... Psychopath or not,' I argued back. 'I said no!' he shouted.

'If he dies... it's because of you!' I snapped and pushed him out of the way, walking off. I was pissed off. How can he be so rude towards his patients. I am not used to seeing Ratchet like that. 'Heather!' Matthew, my boyfriend ran up to me and wrapped his arms around me. 'you look pissed off... Did I do something wrong?' he asked. I shook my head, 'no, I had an argument with Ratchet. Nothing to worry about,' I said. He accepted my answer and kissed me on the lips. 'I am done in about half an hour, then we can have dinner, okay?' he asked. I nodded and sighed softly as he kissed me again and walked off. Sunstreaker still crossed my mind. I can't shake it off how upset he was and how painful his wrists looked.

That night, I returned with some food for Sunstreaker. He opened his eyes as I placed it on the nightstand and gestured to him to be quiet. 'Thank you,' he whispered. He was tied up again. 'I thought you wouldn't return anymore,' he added. 'I am sorry. Ratchet and I fell in an argument,' I whispered back and sat on the edge, feeding him slowly. 'I get fed now?' he purred. I rolled my eyes but smiled. 'Don't get sassy now, Sunstreaker,' I scoffed. He ate like he hadn't eaten for years. 'That was really good,' he muttered after I wiped his mouth clean. 'I cooked it... of course it's good,' I joked and slid off the bed. He smirked a little. 'I have to go back to Matthew, or he'll question me where I am,' I said. He raised a brow. 'He's my boyfriend and the reason I am here,' I added. 'Y-your boyfriend? Of course you have a boyfriend,' he sighed. I flashed him a weak smile. 'I will return tomorrow morning with some breakfast, okay?' I asked. He nodded, 'yeah, thanks... see you tomorrow.'