Cylus sat on his bed, his hair down, his shoulders sagged as if the weight of the world was on them. He looked..depressed. Pathetic. Probably because he had just came out to his mother, and she instantly beat his ass.

You walked in, just to check on him, when you saw him. He looked absolutely terrible. He had just taken his shirt off, and you could see the scars and fresh cuts on his arms and chest. You shook your head, sitting next to him and asking what's wrong.

"Nothing. Im..fine. Just tired, yknow? Bad nightshift." He mumbled. Of course you didn't believe him, you could see it in his red eyes. He was less than fine.