A new day, some more living hell. I managed to get outside to go to the bus stop without waking my adoptive parents.
I walk down the street, other kids that were walking were snickering and pointing at me. I had no fucks. Nope, Not-a, Zippo. NONE. I finally see the bus stop and I stay as far away from the others as possible. "Hey look! It's the Freak! Don't let them near you! You'll get some sort of disease!" I put my backpack down and shuffle through it finding my (F/C) headphones. I plug them into my phone and turn the music up as loud as possible.
Eventually the bus came and took us to school. A bus ride of teasing, hurtful names, and my stuff being thrown across the bus later and we were at school.
I pick up my things and get off, going onto the school grounds. We're not allowed to go in until the bell rings.
I walk towards a tree on the far side of the school grounds and sit under it, plugging in my headphones again and closed my eyes. Suddenly I'm shoved and I fall onto my back.
"Hey Freak!" It was Stephanie, her group of sluts and their boyfriends from the school football team. Shocker right?
"What are you doing all alone? OH RIGHT! You don't have any friends!" she starts snorting with laughter, her gang laughing as well.
"It's better to have no friends than to have fake ones that only use me for popularity and free shit." I spat back before covering my mouth. Oh Shit...Fucking hell I'm dead.
They all immediately stop and look pissed. She grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me close to her face. It was so easy to see how much make-up she had caked on her face.
"THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY YOU BITCH?!" She screams. I just scrunch up my face and swing my fist. It connects, HARD. She stumble back yelling in pain, holding her nose. I run to my bag, shoving anything lose in and zipping it. I start to run away.
"THAT FUCKER BROKE MY NOSE! GET HER!!" I can feel the vibrations of the jocks running after me. I drop the bag, my phone and portable charger in my pockets with my headphones around my neck.
Losing the extra weight helped significantly. I ran faster, but they still managed to keep up. I hadn't noticed I was in the woods until I saw an abondoned building up ahead in a clearing.
It had a giant decaying sign that you could barely read the words "Silly Vision Studio" that were written on it. I ran up to the door and rammed into it. It flew open and I fell to the floor. I didn't stay there for long. I looked back and the jocks were coming in fast. I got up and ran through the studio, ignoring the ink flowing from busted pipes and down the walls. "COME BACK HERE FREAK!!!" One of the jocks yelled. I kept running until I saw a big machine, and the room it was in was a dead-end. I turn about to run out, but the three jocks were there. "We got you now!" They all lunge at me and I scream. Two of them grab my legs and the last one grabbed my arms. They looked at each other, then me, and finally to the machine.
"We know you can't die, so I wonder what would happen if we overdosed your Ink!"
They found some rope and tied my hands and neck.
They drag me along, finding these so called 'offerings to the gods' that we apparently needed to start up the machine.
I see these cardboard cut outs of this other demon. From the posters all over the place, they say his name is Bendy. Bendy the Dancing Demon.
I've never seen another demon before. I thought I was the only one. He was quite cute, I have to say.
We finally got all the items and they were on their respective pedestals. They flip the switch and the lights go off. One of them growls and punches me in the face. "THE HELL DID YOU DO?!" He yells and pulls my back up with the rope around my neck. I choke and cry. "I-I di-didn't-" I cough trying to breathe. He lets go of the rope and I fall back, hitting my head against the floor hard enough to bring my inky blood to pour down the back of my head. I cry out and he kicks me in the stomach. "Stay silent!" I whimper and he pulled the rope again, making me stand.
We go back to the Ink Machine room and its boarded up. They all look at it confused, pushing me in front of them to go check it out. I walk forward, tears still streaming from my eyes. I lift my tied hands to touch the boards and a monster made of ink jumped up and grabbed for me. Though something told me to let him just grab me. That he was trying to help me. 
The jocks all screamed and one grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me with them. One of the other jocks grabbed me from the first and tossed me over their shoulder. "Put me down!" I yell through my tears, pounding my tied fists on his back. He just pulls both my tails as hard as he can. Before we turn the corner I can see the ink monster trying to get past the board, looking at me, reaching for me. I lift my hands towards him, now knowing for sure all he wanted to do was help me. We turn the corner and I look down at the floor.
Suddenly a crashing sound vibrated through the studio and a running ink monster was seen behind us. The jocks ran faster and I bit the one that was carying me in the shoulder and he yelled.
Instead of dropping me like I had hoped, he throws me in front of the exit door. I gasp and cough out (Im gonna call your Ink-blood paint because why tf not)
a bit of paint. I feel the floor start to dip beneath me. It was about to break. "No! Stop! The floor-" but it was too late. We all sarted falling. I saw the ink monster reach out for me when I fell, trying to catch me. I screamed and fell down into a large puddle of ink. My body imediately started to soak it up and turn it into paint, but there was too much and I started to over dose. My vision started to be covered my black dots. I looked up the shaft we fell down and saw the ink monster staring down at me, he wipes the ink out of his eyes and I could see the consern and fear in his eyes. I reached up one final time before falling unconscious.