Transformers Imagines and Oneshots

Song is What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction. Warning, this does have depressive and suicidal themes, as well as bullying.
Y/N POV
I sighed as I made my way down the halls of the high school of Jasper, Nevada. My whole body ached from the beating I received that day during lunch hour. You see, I have depression and major social anxiety. I tend to stutter when I talk, even though I try so hard not to. 

Other people either think I just want attention, or that it's the weirdest thing in the world. Bullies tend to think both. This often drove me to depression, as I wondered if this world would really be better off without me. I have attempted suicide twice now. The first time, I tried to hang myself in my room. My dad happened to need something in my room, and stopped me before I could kick the chair away. 

The next time, I tried to jump off of a bridge. I did jump, but I somehow survived. I was given every anti-depressant that my parents could afford, but nothing worked. To make matters worse, my attempts at suicide just made the bullies more relentless, saying how I couldn't even die right. It was so hard not to listen to them. 

I slowly walked to class, and patiently waited for the teacher to begin. After a long day of various classes, I slowly and painfully trudged outside. 

"Where do you think you're going?" 

Vince, my most vicious bully, growled at me. Not giving me a chance to answer, he punched me in the face, making me fall to the ground.

"Hey!" An unfamiliar voice called out. 

"Leave her alone!" 

Vince smirked, turning towards the newcomer. I recognized her as the Japanese exchange student that came over from Japan a few days ago. She was wearing black and purple striped leggings, and a purple shirt with a green robot on it, and black boots. She had black hair with bright pink streaks, and had an angry look on her face. 

"And what are you going to-ow!" 

Before Vince had even finished his sentence, she had socked him in the face. 

"Get out of here, now!" She growled. 

Vince whined, but left. The girl turned to me with a smile, extending her hand. 

"I'm Miko! What's your name? Do you like Slash Monkey? Why doesn't he like you? You look awesome! Can we be friends?" She fired off her questions as fast as a bullet, not giving me a chance to answer. 

"Um, h-hi. My n-name is Y/N. A-and I've never h-heard of Slash M-monkey. N-no one w-wants to be m-my friend. W-why do y-you?" I told you, I have a stuttering problem, especially when I meet new people. It's connected with my social anxiety. Miko smiled at me. 

"Who cares what other people think!" 

She grinned at me. 

"I wanted to draw that really awesome bike over there! Wanna come?" 

I smiled a small, but genuine smile for the first time in a long time. Maybe this could be a good thing. 

"I'd like that." I replied quietly. 

She grabbed my arm and all but dragged me to a concrete wall, perching herself up on it. I jumped up as well. She pulled out her sketchbook, and offered me a page and some pencils. I took them gratefully, and decided to draw some intricate flowers. Miko was drawing the motorcycle in the parking lot. 

"Coolest bike ever," she whispered, adding details to her drawing.

 But when we looked up, the bike was gone. Miko saw it driving off somewhere, and followed it, dragging me behind her. As we approached the alley we saw the bike go down, I heard voices, someone who sounded like a girl saying something like someone else was one of a few who had ever seen them.