Melody Witwicky is a mistake. At least that's what she believes. A birth that was unexpected and unplanned. Despite being truly sweet and thoughtful at heart, with wonderful gifts like singing and painting, several variables in her life have lead her to believe she's not supposed to be here. And unlike her brother, Sam, she lacks the self-confident facade to make up for her nonexistent social life. Waking up every morning and putting on her mask, she's led everyone around her to believe she's fine. That she's okay. She doesn't need help. But she does. She's drowning in a pool of her own tears and the desperate screams that claw at her chest are going unheard. Her voice is dying and she knows no one on the surface can save her before it's too late... At least that's what she thinks. !!Transformers are not mine!! They belong to hasbro and probably some other rich cats somewhere in china or wherever they make those giant robots and crap XD the only thing I claim in this whole thing is Melody and the clever altered script I've cultivated for my own self-indulgance
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