A young man woke up from his slumber then sat up on his bed.
He had fair skin and long black hair that hung to his lower back. He had a very slim figure and his hair covered half his face.
He took in a breath then got off his bed.
He went to his closet and got ready for the day.
When he was done getting ready he looked at himself in the mirror. His visible eye was silver and he had his hair set to cover half his face leaving it all to hang to his lower back. He wore a long black jacket with black pants. He wore black boots and wore a black scarf around his neck.
He left his room then walked past a closed door. He stopped to look at it then left the home he was in.
He was on his way to his class.
For him he felt empty but he knew that there wasn't a thing he change about it.
Not only that but he was always bullied at his school. He wasn't bullied by just one person; he was bullied by a group of people. Both guys and girls throughout the entire school day.
The guys would taunt him by making fun of his dressing style. The girls weren't any better, they would call him names and push him away from them even if he was away from them.
It was like this for the past couple of years. For him there was no end to it, there was no one to help him.
Today was different.
When school was over the young man walked alone.
As he walked alone he heard students murmuring about him behind his back.
"Why does he even bother coming to class? He's such a freak."
"I heard that he never talks which makes him weird."
"I wonder if what his parents think of him, I bet they're embarrassed to have a son like him. I would be."
"Is his name really Onyx or is that his nickname?"
The young man walked on.
When he was alone a group of the guys that bullied him stopped him.
The leader gave a cocky smirk.
"Hey mime, when are you going to talk?"
"…."
Another stepped up holding a metal bat.
"Since he's a mime that must mean he doesn't scream."
"I bet he cries like the little bitch he is."
With that being said two members of the group had grabbed him by his arms then the member with a metal bat swung at him, hitting him a few times very hard.
"Take that!"
Hit.
"Pathetic!"
Hit.
"A waste of life!"
Hit.
"No one wants you!"
Hit.
"Why don't you just do us a favor and die already! No one's going to miss you!"
Hit.
Not once did the young man cry in pain. The group then left him bruised and beaten.
After they had left the young man had gotten back to his feet then left to his home.
When he got there he went to his room and took stripped to his pants.
He saw where the new bruises were forming from getting beaten then he left his room to the bedroom that was next to his.
He stood in front of the bedroom door then went back to his room. He picked up his scarf and held it to his face.
He laid on his bed and held the scarf as tight as his could as tears streamed down his face.
"They're right about me. I am pathetic. I couldn't do anything."