Disclaimer and Other stuff:

I do not own Transformers. I only own DJ and the plot. I wish that I owned Transformers though. That would be badass.

This is a different DJ. If anyone has been reading TPWMTLWC this is not the same DJ. This character is really the original DJ. Def Jam is just a different version of the character and name.

You will find out her real name soon enough.

Also due to recent issues with taking my stories and reposting them on different sites. I am placing a copyright on my stories. I will say this though, I own only the story plot and the OCs that are in the story. I do not own the characters from Transformers, nor the franchise.

Enjoy!

(C) Copyright 2011

Prologue

The bell rung.

That was the indication that school has ended. The last day of school has finally ended. Students flood out of the schools and hurry to say farewell to their friends and exchange numbers or give the names of their username on Facebook. But for 14-year-old Dayla-Jade Hazel, it marked the day she would finally escape this hell-hole only to move into another more violent hell-hole that she needs to escape. While there have been a few that have tried, they soon realize that she is a lost soul and can never be helped because there actually was nothing to save. Her humanity has been lost. Her emotions locked away. Her tear ducts ran out of tears a long time ago. Her soul, heart, and mind have been damaged, corrupted, and betrayed so much there is nothing in this world that would get a reaction from her.

I am nothing…. There is nothing that can make me happy… nothing to make me smile…. Nothing to make me laugh….. No one to protect me….. To hold me tight and comfort me when I am upset….. To tell me that it is alright….. To say that they will always protect me… I am a fallen angel that will never see the light….. A lost soul that will always remain empty till the end of time… No one will help me rise when I fall…. No one…. No one… No one ever will….

These were her only thoughts. She was a perfect student. Straight As' and well-behaved. But no matter how good she was, her foster parents always manage to find a reason to punish her. For no reason at all and since no one ever asked about the bruises and cuts that she always had or why she was admitted into the hospital so many times. Heck, no one has even thought of even trying to figure out why she acts so unemotional. No, they don't. Instead they use this as an excuse to try and break her. What they don't realize is this…..

Why try to break something that is already broken?

That's one question not even the smartest person could answer. But they only make up excuses to try and persuade others into thinking that they are right. When truthfully, they weren't.

DJ got onto her bus and sat in her usual seat. The seat right behind the bus driver. Students passing her to get to their seats called her names or threw something at her. But DJ showed no emotion to the treatment. The bus driver did nothing to tell them to stop. No threats to write them a referral. No contacting the administrative personnel and have them removed from the bus. DJ didn't care though. She just didn't. She hasn't in years.

When she got home, she went straight to her room and started packing her things into her sub-space bag that her father and uncle made with her before their deaths. She packed all her things. She was leaving this hell hole and wasn't coming back. She knew once she left, her foster parents will come after her and kill her to make sure she doesn't tell anyone. Once she was finished packing her belongings, she flipped the mattress and under it were several blue tin boxes that were filled to the brim with cash that her family left her and that she earned from her old job at her uncle's shop. Once that was packed, she went to the garage where her Suzuki motorcycle and helmet were. She undid the chains on the bike, pulled the keys out of her pocket, put her helmet on and fled the house on her bike. She was a free girl now and she wasn't going to take shit from anyone ever again.

Author's Note:

I know that this was slow and I know that its really depressing, but you see that is how DJ is. She doesn't have anything. I also apologize for there not being any giant badass robots in the story yet. But I assure you, they will come.

I put them in the next chapter. Only one though, I think.

Anyways, REVIEW PLEASE! NEED FEEDBACK!

I won't be able to know what you want if I don't know if you like it.

Till All Are One,

Kuro Rotasu

P.S. The next few chapters were already made. So I probably won't be able to add everything you guys might want to see but I will put more up soon.