Meanwhile...

Chapter 2

*Bendy's POV

     I hit what felt like a brick wall causing me to stumble back a bit. I look up to see the tall figure before me turn around slowly. It was a bulldog with a school jersey on. He growled in a low voice " what the f*ck do you want.." I sunk down a little and quietly replied with a meek          " sorry". He looked even more pissed. I started to back up. I started panicking again. He picked me up by my shirt as his friends started to circle around him.
    I grabbed his hand as he held tightly. I tried to get him to let go. He pulled me close to his face. So close I could feel his breath. "Watch what you're doing or next time you'll get hurt....." He said throwing me to the ground. As I fell I hit my face on a sharp rock. I picked myself up and started to go into the school. "Badly." Finished the bulldog, side glaring me. I looked down as I sped to my locker. Hearing the bulldog go back to talking to his friends.
      I let out a breath of relief,but as soon as I thought it was over I began to slowly realize that it was only just getting started. For when I reached my locker. A lump stuck in my throat and a pit in my stomach. In big black letters the word worthless was spray painted on my locker. I heard chuckling behind me. I watched  as students passing by laughed and pointed. I couldn't move. I couldn't breath. I couldn't even turn around to see who had wrote it.
     " Like your new locker decoration?" I hear come from behind me. I struggled to keep breathing. I can't breath. I can't breath. I can't... I.....  My thoughts interrupted by the voice getting louder and closer. Like they were in my ear. I was pushed forward and pinned to the ground. Still struggling with my breath. From the corner of my eye I could see someone with a porcelain head with a cuplike shape. He had a small fancy handle on the back of his head. He had sunshine yellow liquid like hair. He wore a loose fitting school jersey and tight fitting pants. His foot dug deep into my back. He looked at me with his crimson red eyes and said to me " From now I what I say goes. I've noticed you walk around without any clue what your place is here.  I'll tell you..." He paused and pulled his face closer to mine. In a dark tone he continued
 

You don't belong. You don't fit in. Not here. You are

Worthless.

The bell rang for the first class of the day. The porcelain man. Lifted his foot off my back. I watched as he drew his foot back and gave my side one swift kick.  Striking as hard as he could. " We'll continue this lesson later" he stated leaving me there. Everyone heading to their own classes. I slowly got up to a sitting position. I coughed into my hand and felt an unfamiliar liquid come out. It was black and sticky.  I wiped it off on my jeans and stood up. I couldn't stand up straight.

I felt sick.......

           I looked to the ground replaying the words in my head

You are worthless.

Just those three awords were engrained into my head. I slowly trotted to  math class still coughing but as I walked into class all eyes were on me. I went to my seat in the back of the room. There was no way in hell that I would sit in the front just to give these bullies even more of a reason to bully me. I sat down and pulled out my sketchbook and start to draw. Waiting for the rest of the class to get here. The door slams open causing all eyes to look to the door to see who slammed it open with so much force. For he who stood there was

The porcelain man.