Hi guys! I am the author of Our Spark. I just want to make it clear in the first chapter that I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS AT ALL! This is also my first story ever and I would love some feedback on whether on not this story should be continued. I really hope that you guys enjoy this because I have worked hard on it!

Chapter 1

I rolled around in my bed for the hundredth time. The cuts on my leg still stung and I mentally chastised myself for cutting so deep. I needed to be more careful. Someone was going to notice soon, I was sure of it. I sighed and rolled over again. There was no way I was sleeping tonight. I thought of all the events that had occurred about four hours ago.

I walking into the spacious living room where my dad sat. I grinned. He heard my footsteps, from the high heels no doubt, and stood up only to spin around and glare at me. He took a malicious step toward me, eyes blazing with rage. I immediately backed away but was cut short by the wall. "You lost," he snarled.

"What?" I whimpered.

"You got second place. You. lost." He raised his hand and hit me across the face. "You lost!" He screamed.

I fell to the floor and began to crawl away. He grabbed my leg and dragged me back before pushing me into the wall. He took a few deep breaths before he smiled a gentle smile at me. "You realize that they don't just judge you on stage right? You got a perfect ten on stage… but then one of the judges saw you moping around in the corner of the room. Life would be so much easier if you just acted like your sister… ya know that? It really would." He sighed.

"Get into your room," he said as if he was tired. I quickly scrambled up and dashed towards the stairs. On the way to my room I crashed into my sister. She pushed me away and sneered at me.

"Watch it loser," she snapped. "I heard you lost. Second place. Ha!" She cackled in my face. I turned and quickly ran into my room. I slammed the door and yanked the dress off. I hated it. I threw in pajamas and fell face first onto my bed. I was so tired of everything. I was mentally tearing myself apart and I still tried my best to be the perfect princess my dad wanted me to be like. He never wanted me. I knew it. He even told me. He just got back together with my mom because she's rich. I lay in the bed sobbing. I cried for and hour and a half straight. Nobody came up to check on me. They all hated me except my mom. I wanted her so bad but she was working. I finally stopped crying and became numb like I always did. Then I continued on with my weekly process.

I jumped out of the bed and tiptoed to my vault in my room. It was one for me to be myself...just for a little while. I typed in the code and then unlocked it with the key. I changed into my tight black leather pants and my black tank top. I pulled the leather jacket over my shoulders and slipped on my gloves. All black. Finally, I grabbed my mini machine gun and my two pistols. I shoved them at the hilt of my belt and held my machine gun in my hand. Smiling slightly, I unlocked my window, opened it, and jumped out in one swift movement. The air outside was intoxicating. I never wanted to go inside. It let me escape. I sighed, the thoughts returning. My mascara was dried and caked up on my cheeks from where I was crying. My dad had once told me that if I had died… he wouldn't miss me. I smiled at the thought of death. A lot of people are so scared of it. I wasn't. At all. I turned around and used the tree to jump back through my window. Once inside, I grabbed a piece of notebook paper and wrote my heart into it.

Dear mom,

I am so sorry that this happened. You didn't deserve it and it's not fair. But life isn't. Dad once told me that if I died… he wouldn't miss me. He said that after he hit me. I'm sorry that I couldn't be the perfect little princess you wanted me to be… but my sister will make you just as proud. I always hated beauty pageants and what not. You know how good I was with weapons. You know that I could fight. You held the key to my heart mom. Please don't dwell on me because I'm not something that should be dwelled on. I just want you to know that I love you so much. There was no way you could've helped me.

Love,

Rose

I smiled at the letter and a single tear fell onto it, permanently staining it black from the much hated mascara I wore. I jumped out of the window again and ran. Though I was out of it, I still knew exactly where I was going. I closed my eyes and continued running, feeling the wind whip through my hair and in face. Finally I opened my eyes and I was there. I stared over the horizon on the cliff that I stood on. I looked down and smiled. Down there was my freedom. I took a deep breath and stepped closer to the edge. I took another deep breath and rocked back and forth on my heels. Why was I hesitating? At that moment I caught a gleam in my eye. A gleam that would change my life forever.