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Chapter 3

*No one's POV

     

          There stood the porcelain man in the doorway of the class. He skimmed over the sea of faces until he locked his eyes on Bendy. A twisted smile spread across his face as he made his way to the back of the classroom. Slowly. He placed himself three seats away from the little demon, who was still shaking from the morning events.

     Bendy's breathing still hitched. He averted his gaze back to his drawing. He prayed that he didn't draw anymore attention. Bendy listened to the whispers of his peers. He heard someone call for the porcelain man.....

      Cuphead.

"Alright class is about to start take your books out and turn to page 346." Their teacher commanded. Bendy was far to distracted to pay any attention to the day's lesson.

* Bendy's POV

     Worthless. The word rang in my head. Worthless. It rang louder. WORTHLESS. It was so loud I couldn't focus. My breathing got worse, my side hurt from Cuphead's kick. I felt a pit in my stomach.

I felt sick....

       I couldn't pay attention to the teachers instructions for the whole lesson. Far to many other things for me to worry about.  I heard a tap on my desk and looked up to see the teacher at my desk. He had a worried expression. "Are you alright Bendy?" He asked in a low hushed voice, so the other students couldn't hear.
    
     I gave a small smile to him as I replied  "yeah I'm fine."  Liar. He looked at me unconvinced.
" What about the cut on your cheek?" He asked as he pointed. I placed my hand over it. I had completely forgotten about the cut. "I fell." I said quickly " look I'm fine I'm just tired...." I claimed. " Well go to the bathroom and splash water on your face. Come back when you feel better." He said. I nodded, gathered my things, and walked out the classroom. I slowly walked down the hallway.
My stomach churned.
 
   I felt sick.......

        I made it to the bathroom and got into a stall. I lifted my hoodie off, then my shirt. There was a large, deep purple bruise on my side. I ran my fingers along my side. I winced in pain and proceeded to put my shirt on. I frown as I  looked down at my stomach. Embarrassing... Once again placing my hoodie over my body. The pit in my stomach began to feel like a void.

I.... felt.....SICK......

        I double over from the absolute pain in my stomach. I felt thick tears run down my cheek. I saw the black drops hit the floor. I couldn't control my breathing. I coughed more. I felt a the ink come up my throat. I coughed it out to which it stained the floor. I then began to throw up into the toilet. After minutes of vomiting it stopped.  I covered my mouth trying to muffle my cries.
It hurts so bad........ Boris usually helps me with this but he's not here right now. This was some of the worse pain I've ever felt.  I began to cough again with it happening all over again.

      I've been out of class for a while now, but I had no strength to stand up. I leaned up against the wall while covering my mouth. I tried to muffle my cries of pain. More ink ran down my face. I tried to stand up using the wall, but as soon as I got halfway up I fell back to my knees. My head was pounding . And I started to feel so heavy. I slowly started to realize that

nobody was coming to help me. I was alone here. Nobody knows I'm in here.....

I began to cry even more. I tried to get up , but failed again. Falling to my knees once more.
I could feel that I was about to throw up again. The pain in my stomach started to become unbearable. I doubled over again.

What's funny is that all I began to feel was

Tired........
     

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