A little girl with black hair sits at her small table, small stuffed animals surround the table sitting in chairs, as the girl no older than 6 giggles gleefully. On her table are teacups, all of them filled with sweet tea, and a big plate with bagels on it sits directly in the middle. Next to the bagels is a butter knife and a small container of butter. The little girl with bright and happy smile, spreads butter onto a bagel while talking to her toys as if they were real people.

The girl looks over to a woman standing off to the side, the woman's grey/blue eyes are lighted with happiness and adoration, as she looks to the little girl. Dark brown curls cascade down the woman's shoulders in waves, her face is delicate and full of wonder and happiness, as she looks upon her daughter with amusement as she rests a hand on her stomach. Next to her in a tall and handsomeman, he has an arm wrapped around the woman's waist and a wide grin spread across his face. His eyes were brown, and almost had a reddish tint to them, his black hair was messy and disheveled, and stopped just below his ears. He had a strong and defined face, and his eyes sparkled with adoration and love as he looked upon both the woman and child, he calls his wife and daughter.

"Mommy! Daddy! Do you want to have a cup of tea and some bagels?" She questions with wide grey/violet eyes full of innocence and wonder.

"Why yes! A cup of tea sounds LOVELY!" The man says with an atempt as sound fancy, getting giggles from his wife and daughter.

"What about you mommy?" She questions her eyes sparkling with excitement and eagerness.

"Of course sweet-heart, tea and bagels sound really good." The little girl's mother smiles.

The little girl grins widely with a happy look, before excitedly handing her parents their tea and bagels. Grabbing another bagel she smears butter onto it with the silver butter knife, and then took a bite.

After a several minutes of laughter from the trio, a door bell echoes into the house reaching the room. The girl's father gives a kiss on each the woman's and the girl's forehead before walking out of the room to check the front door.

The girl's mother continues to chat with her happy and energetic daughter, before a loud bang echoes throughout all of the rooms. The sound was deafening, making both child and mother cover their ears. The woman's eyes widen in terror as she rushes onto her feet, clutching her stomach while telling her daughter to stay put. She leaves the room, and moments later the mother with terror filled eyes, sweeps the girl into her arms, and rushes to the corner of the room where a closet is located. She puts her daughter into the closet, tears flowing down her face as she tells her daughter to stay put.

The girl in confusion nods, her innocent eyes looking at her crying mother in worry. Her mother trying to be strong for her daughter, smiles, before she shuts the closet. Only it didn't close all the way, leaving small crack for the girl to look through. Curiously she looks through the small crack only to see her mother cornered at the front of the room standing defiantly in front of a strange man. The man psychotically grins at the woman with an emotion the little girl did not understand. His hand raises up, a gleam catching the girl's eyes, before the man's hand came down on her mother, hitting her in the chest. A sickening sound is heard, and the girl's eyes widen in terror.

"MOMMY!"

Shooting up I begin to gasp for air, I breathe heavily as sweat beads down my face. Looking towards the clock it reads 6:30 A.M. with ragged breaths of air I sigh.

"Just a dream."

I pull the blankets off of my sweaty body, before sweeping my legs over to the side of my bed. Hunching my back I clutch my hair in my hands looking down onto the floor, trying to calm my nerves. My heart pounting in my chest and my body shook with anxiety and slight fear. Looking up I look around the dimly lighted room, a small smile breaks out on my face when my eyes land upon two small objects.

"Good morning Sideswipe! Sunstreaker!" I murmur as the grin gets wider.

I shake my head looking at the small toys, before my gaze goes to several postures on my walls, all of a movie/cartoon/comic series call Transformers.

"I really need to get a life..." I murmur before snorting.

"Nah, that would be too lame." I snicker

Jumping up from my bed, I walk into my bathroom and turn on the light. I look towards the mirror as my eyes adjust to the bright light, I scratch my head as I look at a girl with curly, disheveled black hair, and violet/grey eyes. I smirk at my reflection, before I chuckling.

"Don't I just look sexy!" I laugh at the rat's nest I consider my hair.

Snatching up a brush, I run it through my hair, wincing as the brush untangles my ratty hair. After several minutes of wincing and growling in frustration, I manage to tame my wild mane. Walking out of the bathroom I look around my cluttered room, all filled with either Transformer stuff or Deadpool stuff, I let out a puff of air looking at my messy floor.

"I REALLY need to clean my room…..Hm, I think I said this a week ago, and the week before that, aaaannnd the week for that…" I chuckle.

"I'll just clean it when I get back...NOT!"

Hearing a slight buzzing, I jump over clothes and other junk littering the floor before snatching up my phone sitting next to my bed on the nightstand. Looking at my blinking phone, I realize it was my alarm, with an irritated growl I turn it off. Looking at my wallpaper, I smile at the chibi Transformers picture I managed to find on the internet, before I shut off my phone and setting it down.

Looking around my room once more I sigh.

"Now to find cloths.." I tsk.

Looking around the ground, I pick up a shirt before smelling it.

"Oh NO!" I snort in disgust.

I toss the shirt to the side, before snatching up a shirt that catches my attention. Smelling it, I let out an approving grunt, before I throw off my night shirt, and putting on the T-shirt. I look down at the T-shirt with a grin. It was a Deadpool shirt, with him shooting at a monster that was throwing up cats.

Pretty wicked if you ask me...

"I swear I have more Deadpool shirts than Transformers…And Transformers is my FAVORITE, no offense Deadpool." I say looking to a Deadpool plushy I managed to make without screwing up.

I let out a laugh.

"I REALLY need to stop talking to inanimate objects and maybe get some real friends." I say to no one.

I snort.

"Unlikely that I'll get friends anytime soon...Truthfully I don't even want any." I mumble

Looking around the floor again, I snatch up a pair of simple black skinny-jeans then put them on. Once fully clothed I snatch up my black converses, and slip them on. Going back into the bathroom I run the brush through my hair once again, before considering myself done.

Walking towards the door, I grab my Decepticon bag, phone, headphones, and slip on my Soundwave jacket, before grabbing up my keys.

"Thank Primus it is Saturday! I don't feel like being annoyed and assaulted today." I growl while walking out of my bedroom, and out of my apartment

I walk down a hall before marching dramatically down the stairs whistling the Transformers song.

I'm a little on the weird side...

Once down stairs I see a figure waiting off to the side.

"Good morning Karly!" I hear a voice greet.

My cheerful and silly personality changes as soon as I notice the figure, and my personality goes to reserved and cold

"Christine." I greet in a formal tone.

The woman smiles warmly at me with sparkling green eyes as she adjusted her purse on her shoulder, a dark blond hair in a tight bun.

"Please call me Chrissy." She said in a friendly tone as I held back from scoffing.

I say nothing, knowing what I was thinking wasn't nice and it was likely it would escap my mouth.

"You're probably wondering why I'm here huh?" She questions.

I shrug, not really caring, but I had a few ideas why.

"You know you're still a minor, and you're not really supposed to be living alone.." She trails as she looks a her clipboard.

I growl and clench my fist.

"I'm seventenn, I have one more year till I am a legal adult, so it doesn't really matter whether or not I live alone." I say coldly as is stare her in the eyes defiantly.

She goes to say something only for me to interrupt.

"I am NOT going back to that orphanage Christine. I don't want some family waltzing in thinking they can fix me like a puzzle, before giving me up when they realize it's hopeless." I snarl.

She sighs in resignition.

"I know that Karly, and I support that. Let's just agree I 'tried' to talk you into going back." She smiles.

I let out a relieved sigh before quickly putting on a smile.

"Thanks Chistin….Chrissy. As much as I'd like to stay and chit-chat I have work in about an hour, I need to get paid to pay rent and all." I say grinning, though it felt I put too much effort into the smile.

She nods not seeming to notice.

"Aren't you working at the Veterinary office?" She questions.

I nod.

"Yeah, I'm an assistant, took a lot of aft kissin to get the job with being a minor, but I managed. I'm also working as a mechanic's assistant." I say

She chuckles.

"A mechanic? You suck at that, it witnessed that first-hand." She chuckled with a teasing tone.

I scowl.

"Yeah well I have to learn sometime, especially if I plan on own a Lamborghini or Corvette." I grin.

"Your determined to have one of those cars aren't you?" She smiles.

I nod eagerly with a determined glint in my eye.

"Damn straight! And if I get a Lamborghini, it'll be red and its name shall be Sideswipe." I smirk.

"You and your transformers Karly." She sighs,

I smirk.

"So do you still plan out 'when' you will get shipped to the Transformers dimension?" She teases.

I grin before shrugging.

"What? It's fun, plus it give me something to do beside reading fanfiction and drawing." I shrug.

She laughs.

"Whatever, doncha' have a job to go to? Now git!" She says faking a hick accent.

I smirk with a teasing look in my eyes.

"Don't have a heart attack while I'm away old woman!" I cackle running away as she tries to swat me on the back of the head, but I manage to avoid it cheekily.

"I am NOT old, I am only 30!" She hisses while glaring after me.

"That's what you keep telling yourself!" I shout back.

Just as I round a corner she replies back.

"ASSHOLE!"

I chuckle, before I slow to a walk, and pull my hood up and stuffing my hands into my jacket pockets. I walk down the city street leisurely, watching out for certain cars that would look like any Autobots.

"I swear if I see a Mustang Police cruiser, I'm running the other way. I don't care it IS Barricade, a Decepticon is a Decepticon, and I for sure do not want to die." I mumble to myself.

"Well, well if it isn't the little orphan freak!" I hear a voice spat.

I roll my eyes and speed up.

"HEY WAIT!" I hear the voice shout in anger.

I sigh in defeat before I stop and turn around. There would be no way they would just give up and stop following me. My violet/grey eyes land upon Chad, a cocky smirk on his face, as his little groupies surround me.

They try to be bullies, generally calling me names, but that about it they haven't really tried to hurt me physically, unlike the other bullies I had in other schools, or like that one insident I'd rather not think of.

"Are you walking home to your mommy? Oh wait you don't have one!" He sneers.

I roll my eyes before one of the groupies taps Chad's shoulder.

"Hey, why can't orphans play baseball?" He snickers as Chad smirks.

"Why?"

"They don't know where home is." He says before they all bust out laughing.

Oh hardy har har so fucking original!

"If you're done wasting my time, I'll go now." I growl annoyed.

The smirk on their faces dropped, and anger clouds Chad's features. He looks over to his groupies then back at me before smirking.

"Get her!"

By command they grab me up and restrain me, I look at Chad with defiance, he smirks wickedly at me before throwing a punch at my stomach. Pain erupts throughout my stomach as I begin to gag, he throws another punch this time in my face. My head snaps back as pain erupts from my mouth from where he punched me, I roll my tongue around in my mouth tasting the metallic taste of blood. I look up as blood drips down my mouth, and I sneer.

"FUCK OFF!"

He growls before he begins an assault of punches, when he's done he has his groupies drop me on the ground in a heap. Sitting up on my knees, I chuckle bitterly.

"No matter how any times you hurt me physically, no matter how many times you call me names and try to bring me down, I'll ALWAYS get back up!" I sneer.

"Whatever freak." I sneers back.

I chuckle louder and more bitterly.

"Let me guess you like taking your anger and sadness on the weak. Let me guess mother got a new husband and is ignoring you. Or wait your daddy is an alcoholic and abuses you!" I sneer.

I watch as he flinches at my last accusation, seeing this I chuckle bitterly.

"Well guess what, no matter how much pain you inflict on others, it won't solve your problems, so do yourself and everyone else a favor and grow the fuck up and me a REAL man!" I snarl spitting blood on him.

I knew I hit a nerve, I could tell the way he flinched a my voice, he turns to his groupies.

"Go home guys, I got this." He says.

They look at him confused before shrugging and walking away. I continue staring at him waiting for him to strike, only he doesn't he falls to his knees and looks at me.

"I'm sorry." He says.

I freeze.

"W..what?" I ask confused and shocked.

His eyes tear up, and he sobs.

"I'm so sorry! I'm pathetic I know, it's just it…it hurts so much, what he does to me, I have so much anger and hate towards him, I have no way to express it. It's the same DAMN thing every night, he comes in drunk and beats me within every inch of my life. And the first time I ever hurt someone emotionally, it…it made the pain go away only slightly, but then it wasn't enough I resorted to physical a…abuse." He sobs.

I stare at the broken boy before me with an unreadable look.

"I can understand where you're coming from." I sigh dropping the look.

He looks up his brown hair damp from where his tear soaked into his bangs, his eyes were puffy and red and he had snot running down his upper lip.

"Y..you do?" He question.

I nod as I avoided eye-contact

"You have so much pain, anger, and sadness, yet you see other people, happy and carefree. You find yourself envious of that happy and carefree attitude they have, and then you become enraged by it. All you want to do is make them hurt and show them what pain you go through." I say bitterly

He nods quickly, before looking at his hands.

"But let that happiness influence you. Be happy for those people, and thankful they don't have to go through what you do, look at everything positively and always look forward." I say standing with a sway, while wiping the blood from my face, ignoring the pain shooting through me.

I hold my hand out to him, he looks at my outstretched hand like it's a an alien or something. Slowly and hesitantly he takes my hand, with a smirk I pull him up onto his feet.

"Just because you suffer, doesn't mean others have to, in fact you should make sure others don't suffer what you go through, it'll feel a whole lot better on your conscience." I say waving my hand around as a speak.

He nods.

"And Chad.." I say

He looks at me.

"I forgive you." I shrug casually.

He looks at me with wide eyes before his eyes water.

"H…how? How can you forgive me so easily after all of the shit I've done to you?" He questions.

I walk towards him and hug him.

"Because this world is already filled with enough hate as it is, the world needs more forgiveness in it." I say smiling.

I pull away and look at Chad one last time.

"Listen to my advice, and help others, NOT hurt them." I say walking with a grunt

Once again I throw my hood over my head before stuffing my hands into my pockets, walking away with a grin on my face.

For any of the original Shattered Illusion fans reading this: WELCOME BACK!

For any newbies I really hope you enjoy this story as much as the senior readers!~

This story will have mature scenes from sexual to abuse, so if you do not like stories with mature themes, then this isn't the story for you. But if you do enjoy mature stories...ENJOY!

Transformers does not belong to me, Karly and any other OC characters are however, DO NOT USE THEM! AT ALL! That goes for the plot of this story as well! XD

P.S. Updates on this story will be slow! I am a slow person with a muse that comes and goes. XD