Shards

It is a random day in the town of place and inside school called Mondain High, a boy is blocked in the bathroom by a wall of other boys who are being the intimidatang. On the floor is varyos school supplys that have fallent out of school bag. From the supplys, a large bad boy who was part of the the wall grabs a book and flips through it with puzzled expreshon.

"Hey don't touch that," Cumhaill tries to take the book back, but the big bad boy puts a hand out to stop him.

"Boo-hoo, gonta cry? Pussy, bitch, loser, no friends," the big bad boy said whilst hold book high above the targeted boy, Cumhail, whost greater in shortness. 

"Give it back now you baboon. I need that for my stuty to become the doctor with PTSD in solve cancer. Unlike you, who is fuck idiot who will be sad poors and die on street doing nothing with meaningless putrid life while I am succeed with genius," Cumhaill cried till his low on breath.

The boy, offended by Cumhaill's mean words, hit him in head with book which is thick an heavy so hurt really bad and make him falt to the grown. Other boys, who were the also bullies, and also friens with the first bad bully who hit on him laugh loudly at how pathetical Cumhaills is. 

"Theys is just mads im smart, and they don't understand me," Cumhaill thought to himself as he clenched fist tight and veiny. "I must'n'nt fight back. It is what they want out of me. I am the better."

Cumhaill is an outcast in his small remote unknown town. It had been that way since he was very little. His parents is very dead, and him very orphan. He grew up only rely on himsel and aspire to do great because he is, although loney, have great dreams and asperations. Now in high school, he becomes the target of bullying because of his nerdy and also no parents, which is very sad. 

"Your a nobody Cumhaill, so don't you ever try and label me as some dumb poor like you who is actually poor and will probably die in street wearing goofy ass cloths." Big bully smirked and cracked his kenuckles.

Its true that he wears the silly nerd clothes like babby blue polos and khaki shorts, but insulting what his adopting mom—becos hes adopted—buyed him for chrismas wast the last straw for little Cumhaill, as hes stood up and shouted back, slobbering all over his fit. "Your wrong! I get the better grades, I read the boosk, and more importantly, I treat evebody respecftully!"

The big bully's hairs riseded, blood boilt, teeth chattered, eyes twitchinged, butt perked, and collar popped. "Im gonna punch you in the face!" He punches hims in the face with a punch so powerful he dropped like sack of poatoes, even bleeding from the nose.

As nerdy and frail and sad as Cumhaill may be, he is the resiliant, and so he tries to pick himsel back up.

"Coming back for more? Be my guest," the big bully prepares to kick him while he's still down.

Cumhaill freezes, a big droopy glob of swet running down his porous cheek.

"Stop!" a high pitched cry comes from the entrance to the bathroom.

The big bad boy stops his kick, and through the wall of boits, a small feminine character slips bys and stands in the way, guarding Cumhaill.

Cumhaill gasped. "Nyoah!"

"Don't hit him nyanyamore," Nyoah raised their hands like claws and hisst.

Nyoah, Cumhaill's childhoot friend, is an background otaco mob charactar that has small feminine frame and long flowing majestick hair that could easily mistake for cute girl, but really is boy with penits. He even has a cat tail coming out from behind, but it's a misery how it conect.

"Gah!" All the mean boys are sent shivbers, but not out of fear. Their faces turn red and they shyly looks aways.

"Tch! I've had enough playing arounf with you anyways." Big bad boy put his foot down and looked away. "Let's go get shirtless and hit the weights boys."

"Hurrah!" They all pick up their four kilograms containers of whey proteen powder and march out of the bathroom.

"Gulp! That was a close one," Cumhaill stretches his collar with one hand and wipes the slimey sweat from his brow with the other. Thanks Nyoah. I would've been a goner."

"Oh Cum-kun!" Nyoah embraced him with tear full eyes. "I can nyat believe those boys would do something so cruwul."

"It's no big deal," Cumhaill pats him on the head and puts on a calm, cool, and epic smile facade, but his nose is still bleed.

Nyoah is distraught at the sight. "Your nyose," he wines, coming in for a closer exampination.

"I told you it's alri-eugh—" 

Cumhaill is supies attacked by Nyoah running his tongue up the blood trail.

Nyoah lets out a satisfied exhale after swallowing the blod. "Nya..."

"Nyoah!" Cumhaill pries him away. "What are you doing?"

"Well I don have a nyapkin and dont wan to stain my shirt."

"Hah..." Cumhaill crawls over to tha mess of school supplies and shoves it back into the bag. "I'm alright now. You can head to class without me."

"I'll help you, a-and we got to tell somenyady!"

"There's no need," Cumhaill shakes his head and takes a deep breath. "It wouldn't chang a thing anytways."

Ever since the begining of high scoo, when it all started, Cumhaill seeked help froam the school, but it twas no use. They would always returning, get off easy, or be replaced by a new group, so by the end of sophmor yaer, he gave up. He is just one big bully magonet. It infurated him very m uch, but he keep all bottled up.

***

A top a big montain there is a small unknwon shrine and home becaus old and religion. To get there, you must walk up many step, and it is exhausting, but Cumhaill, who is making trip, does it every day. Why? Because he live there, and that epic, but there is no parent exist here, not even adopting parent. This is his dead parent home, and with support from adopting parents who are pretty rich and own company ceo, he is able to stay. 

In the distance, a younger girl sweeping grounds notice Cumhaill arrivals at gate and waves. “Welcome back home big onii-Chan,” says the younger girl sweeping the grounds who noticed Cumhaill arriving at the gate.

“Hi sister,” Cumhaill returns a big toothy white smile that sparkles and shines.

This is the Cumhail younger sister, Marce, who is freshman in same school. Since parent dies when Cumhaills was very young, Marce was unknowing the situation as she was only crawling baby. Still with new parents that she love very much, she love her brother even more so much, and so she decided to live in dead parent home as well. 

Together they keep place clean and share chore like shopping despite such youngness. This is actually when Cumhaill arrive so late cus he get groceries for making the dinner. He is also the one who will be doing the cooking, because his master colonary chef.

“Big bother, why do you look so beaten up by big bullies?” Asked her.

“Well sister Marce. I akshully was not the beaten up by big bullies.” 

“How could you possibly get the big purple brews on your face?”

“Oh quite simple my younger sister Marce. I had walked into pole on my way here.”

“A pole?” Marce says dead serious, but sudden she laugh it off. “Oh you big silly brother Cumhaill. Running into the pole again I see. You should really get your eyes checked.”

They laugh together briefcase, and then walk inside the house to finish the day by eating dindin, do homework/study, play video games, train in martal arts, meditate, pray to kami, the typical daily usual routine done by people. After that it time to get ready for bed. Cumhaill hits up the bathroom for some brushing of the teeth.

In the mirror that reflects his reflection, he notices the bruising that the big bad bully did and not the pole, grazing it with his hand before pulling away to a sting that hurt. "Yowch!"

Cumhaill grr'd "Grr.." In angered as he thought about how much pussy bitch he really is, and that his parents are dead, and that he does dress silly, and that he can not do anything about any of it coz he cant and pathetic. The vision of the bullies throughout the time he in school punching and kicking and spitting big fat loogies on him and lifting their tubs of protein, flashed through his brain neuron lobe cortex, sending him into seething mad. He raises his left hist cus he is left handed weirdo and roaring at his dumb reflection he hate cus he hate himself, he punch mirror.

The moment his fist made contact, it felt like the world went into slowmoton.The mirror shattred million pieces and shards in his hand cut and bleed. When the mirror's made contact with his blood, a black essense floweded out and into his hand.

Falling back out of slow motion, pieces of the mirror fell, and so did he to the ground in screaming because of injured. It wasn't only the cuts that cause him pain however, as there was a darkness creeping through his veins slowly. 

"GAHAHA!" A maniacal demonic evil laughter played in the room, the source unknowing.

Cumhaill, still flopping on floor like fish, scream and wheeze in so much pain that his sister younger sister Marce hearded it and came rushing to him through hallway, her bare feet (sniff) heard battering on the hardwood floor.

"What happen Onii-chong?" She burst through door to bathroom, it slamming right in Cumhaill's face like it's a spring doorstop.

"Guhaw!" Cumhaill is knocked out and his nose bleeds once again.

"Oh my gosh big onii-chan!" She investigates his injuries and is mortyfried. 

The blackness is watched as it creeps up his veins, but once it reaches the loop of the wifebeater he is wearing, a sizzling is heard and steam releases. 

"GRAHHH!" The same evil spoomky voice roars in anguish, startling Marce.