Broken pieces [BENNODA] ♾️

Classroom

Ding ding ding!!

The school bell finally rang and Mike's last class was basic. Just "English"

He sighed to himself as he directs his attention to his belongings, unzipping his backpack to place all his books and sketch art in its designated place.

He stood up and just looked down at the floor. All voices fading away. It was just him thinking of his life for a second, how bad it was and how he wished that at least someone liked him. But not a single person did.

He had no friends and his mom was absolute crap to him. He struggled with his sleep schedule and with his health a lot, he just wanted to disappear forever.

Mike suddenly felt someone grab his wrist and let out a small yelp as he was shoved to the wall. He blinked twice in confusion before getting his sense again. Gosh his fucking bullies!

"Woah why so scared dumb fuck??"

One of the bullies insulted and snickered.

The boy who shoved him grabbed his wrist and rolled the scared boy's sleeve up. He snickered and held Mike's wrist still to show everyone what he had done.

"Woahh we have a cutter as well? Is this why your dad left you??"

The main bully said and they all laughed and snickered.

Mike felt tears form while pinching his thigh really hard.

"Guys please, just let it go this time!" Mike said as his voice broke and his fingers were turning red.

Then suddenly Mike felt a sharp object whack his stomach. He let out a loud wheeze, the wind being knocked out of him as he falls forward on a chair. A tear dropped down his face from the pressure as he coughs softly, hearing his bullies above him begin to die of laughter as they walk off, throwing a handful of insults at him as they walk.

"That's right, that's right!"

Mike said to himself while clutching his stomach and breaking down in tears. He rolled his sleeve down and tugged at his hair a little. He soon stood up from his corner and slung his backpack over one arm.

He soon arrived to his English class and sighed slowly, trying to steady himself. The teacher raised an eyebrow and looked at Mike in confusion.

"Mike this is the fifth time that you come late to my English class! If you come late next time, there will be detention!"

She said strictly with confidence and crossed her arms.

Mike raised an eyebrow and looked at her hoop earrings. "-but ma'am!"

She grabbed the chalk pen and interrupted Mike, not interested in hearing what he has to say.

"No buts. I could've started teaching everyone here five minutes ago if you just came on time and kept your mouth shut! Go and find yourself a place to sit."

She said with her voice raised as she was annoyed by Mike's excuses.

He looked down at the floor and found an empty seat. Nobody really wanted to sit beside him. He sat down and stretched his fingers, as he took out his sketch book and English book.

He started sketching, not caring what the teacher was explaining. He felt some eyes glued on him. He looked to his left and saw a blonde boy's eyes staring at him for a second, before looking away after he was caught.