Cyrus walked to school everyday since his father slept in and went to work at 9am. He had to be at school at least by 8am. He heard it was dangerous to walk alone to school especially since he starts walking at 6:30am.
So Richard made Cyrus bring a pocket knife in his bag at all times. It took an hour and ten minutes to get to school since Cyrus lived slightly by the border of town. So he could get to school at 7am, eat breakfast, and go to his classroom.
When he got there though his bullies had other plans. His bullies were named, Keisha, Mark, and Taylor. Cyrus was pretty sure Keisha had a crush on him but after she found out he was gay she probably got angry and joined in on the bullying. Or that's at least what he thought.
Keisha was dating Taylor though. So that's just what he thought happened. Keisha used to stand up for him and would give his bullies a piece of her mind. Now it was different, more people hated him now. It's not like he cared though.
Taylor wasn't good looking at all nor Mark. Cyrus sometimes had to laugh at that. Cyrus was currently sitting at his breakfast table when they went up to him. Mark being the overload of ego started talking about how he was better than Cyrus in every way.
Taylor on the other hand was eyeballing Keisha and Keisha was eyeballing Cyrus while trying to keep her blushing unnoticed by trying to look disgusted. Cyrus tried getting up and just walking away like he usually tries too.
Mark on the other hand wasn't having any of it and grabbed Cyrus and pushed him to the ground. Cyrus didn't even make a single expression, he was used to the pain by now. Mark got even angrier. Taylor and Keisha smirked and went over to Cyrus.
After a beating or two... Cyrus limped over to the nurses office... The nurse was actually the only person who got him. She understood how he felt even if he masked it. The nurse acted as if she was his mother which sometimes annoyed him but he was grateful nonetheless. As Cyrus limped over to the door, he couldn't open it. It was locked...
Which meant the nurse hadn't come yet. So he slumped against the door and waited for what seemed to be forever. He reached into his backpack and pulled out the pocket knife. He started playing with it, maybe out of boredom...
He was always fascinated by sharp things. Cyrus had dark thoughts too... He wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. He would think about killing his bullies sometimes and torturing them for how they tortured him. He was also easily fascinated by serial killers especially old ones, like Jeffrey Dahmer, or Jack the ripper.