Cyrus Rosemond, the bad boy of the town. Living his best life as the heir of two drug dealers/mafia leaders. Constantly causing mayhem to his parents and the people around him. What could possibly go wrong?
Heaving their last straw, Cyrus's parents...
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I woke up to the sound of my obnoxious friend. I didn't bother getting out of bed as I continued to lay there in silence with my Koala in my chest and the blankets sprawled out all over the floor.
The curtains blocked out the sun pretty well, no sun made it into the room. Only the darkness that consumed me took over as I stared at the ceiling.
I feel like it's my fault that they died. I'm such a fuck up, how am I even supposed to live knowing that the last thing we did was fight. I told my own father to fucking kill himself and yet look what happened.
The tears started falling down my cheeks at the thought. I wiped the tears away before standing up and walking to my bag. I silently opened a secret pocket before pulling out a pack of cigarettes and my lighter. I then began to change into more comfortable clothes before throwing on a pair of shoes.
When I finished I walked to the window before sliding it open and jumping out. Thank god it wasn't too high, although it felt like my legs were about to snap.
I walked through the wooded area before finding a tree and sitting under it. The mansion wasn't too far but it's far enough for me to get my mind out of the gutter.
I already failed them.
I thought to myself as I pulled one out of the packet and lighting it before bringing it to my lips and taking a puff. I stared at the sky as if thinking they could see me. I doubt they could, I think it's just a saying to make you feel better about yourself. I believe that once they're dead, they're dead. It's like sleeping, except you don't dream and you never wake up.
I tossed the now small cigarette to the ground before stomping on it then pulling out another one.
"Just gotta accept the fact that you're a fucking screw up Cyrus. Always have been, always will be." I mumbled to myself as I blew out a cloud of smoke.
As I continued to sit there, every now and then my mind would drift off to suicide or some shit. But what good would suicide do? My parents didn't want me anyway, why am I so sad about them dying? Maybe because they were murdered and didn't die of natural causes?
I sighed as I looked down at the now empty packet. I pouted before stuffing it into my pockets along with the lighter. Once I stood up from the tree Adgar, Gerald and Jedrek ran over.
"THERE YOU ARE!" Adgar yelled.
"Yuck, you smell like cigarettes." Gerald scowled. "Youre going to be in a lot of trouble." He said as he looked at Jedrek.
