"Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit. They said babe you gotta fake it till you make it and I did. Lights camera bitch smile, even when you wanna die"
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"Breaking down I hit the floor. All the pieces of me shattered as the crowd...
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Invisible string by Taylor Swift
"Isn't just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string tying you to me"
🖕🍻🚬Thanos🚬🍻🖕
I watch as Morana walks out of the shed thing, and runs her shoulder into Cyra. I smirk at her, and turn around to go put a shirt on.
I sit on my bed, and it creeks slightly. I pull my drawer open, and I pull out a black tank top. I pull it over my head, and I feel eyes on me. I smirk, "like the view?"
Cyra raises a brow, and slightly hums under her breath. "I just don't understand why your sister does not like me" she says sadly.
Cyra is one of the only people who even knew of my existence before I reveled myself to everyone. She saw me one time just hanging around camp, blending in with the shadows. It was when I was around 10, and we have been best friends since. I honestly don't know why she's my friend, we're polar opposites, literally. She's so happy, bright, and enthusiastic. I'm so sad, dark, and bland. Besides for all the sarcastic and flirty comments.
I look up at her from my bed, "she's just not used to you yet" I shrug
"And you are?" She smiles down at me, and sits next to me on the bed. She immediately lays her head on my shoulder, and sighs.
"I don't think I ever will" I smile, and rest my head on hers. I hear her laugh, and I can imagine her smiling. She starts to play with the single black ring on my finger, and I feel my whole body relax. "Look, Morana is like me. You are the polar opposite of her. But just give her some time, she will warm up to you" I say to her.
I am normally never clingy, or ever let people actually touch me like she does. But Cyra, she's different. She's been with me for a while, and she's the same age as me. She's my best friend, and I love her. We flirt around with each other all the time, but I don't really mean any of it. It least I don't think I do. And I don't think she does either, of course I don't really know either. She's the only person besides Mora that I actually talk to. And I trust her, I trust her with my life. And that means a lot coming from me.
Ever since Morana has found me (well not really found because I led her to me) she told me that I had to make myself known, or whatever that means. She made me go talk to Chiron, and he introduced me to everyone at camp. It was pretty lame, and everyone looked at me weird. So most of my time I spend in the shed, along with Morana. And we smoke and drink. You might call me a bad brother, but I know she has a shitty past. I mean, I have a shitty past. You wonder why I ran away when I was younger. So I thought that the drugs and cigs could help her, cause they defiantly help me.
"Wanna go to camp, and not hide in the woods?" Cyra asks. I roll my eyes, "no, not particularly. Thanks for the offer" I shut my eyes, and lay a little bit more on Cy.
