Cyrus hadnt slept in two days and it was getting to him. People touching Him asking if he was okay. Its a gesture of good faith but frankly the next time someone touched him and he saw them masturbate was it. It felt like his energy was drained slowly and mercilessly like a dripping focet left on for days. If he concentrated on it it felt like he could hear the steady drip drip drip. Raising his head from his desk groggily looking at the teacher scold him but she wasnt talking in Cyrus' mind just angry lip motions. He had fallen into a twilight state again. Suddenly he snapped back into reality by a jolt in his chair. His teacher had pulled his chair back to snap him out of his trance. He regained his composure and gave his widely known smile the wickedly sweet one were he looked happy but was actually killing you in his mind. Ms. Jones walked back to her position and started her lecture again. He reluctantly started jotting down history notes. All he could think of was what he saw on saturday.
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Cyrus Cries Death.
FantastiqueWhen Cyrus was five his Mother was killed in a freak accident little Cyrus was with her in the car. Luckily he survived with no severe injuries other than an occasional hand tremmor. Newspapers dubbed him the "Miracle Boy" and "Lightning Boy". But b...
