Kyrie laid asleep, his body was exposed to the hard stone floor, except for the small blanket underneath him. Suddenly a familiar pain made his body jolt awake. The taste and smell of metal began pouring out from his nose and into his mouth. He was struggling for air and began to gag as the blood filled his throat, and his heart began to pound faster in a state of panic.

His coughing grew more and more intense until his gag reflex couldn't handle anymore blood or air. His stomach acid erupted from his throat like a volcano, and soon a hot puddle of yellow chunks and bright red blood covered his upper body and the blanket beneath him.

As Kyrie struggled to come to his senses he noticed a pain in his lower abdomen, a familiar pain that many women his age recognize, menstrual cramps. Yes, he had periods. How unfortunate for him.

He grabbed a tampon, and he stared down between his legs, down into the toilet water. Blood droplets were dripping into the toilet bowl.

He wiped himself but he found that no matter how much he wiped his period was still there. There to mock him every month, with the swelling of his breasts reminding him of his female body. A burning sensation attacked his eyes and ears and his eyes began to fog over like the frosted window beside him.

He placed his hands over his eyes and sat uncomfortably as the knot in his throat begged for release. Begged for him to make any sound for its freedom, but he refused. He refused to cry and risk waking his mother. Instead he decided to take action. His eyes trailed off to the scissors resting on the sink.

"First things first, I need a shower." He grabbed a blue towel from the closet to dry himself with after his shower. He turned the fan on to keep mold from growing from the water vapor and began to clean himself.

After thirty minutes he stepped out feeling that his skin was drier than it was before his shower. He opened a can of coconut oil that was placed on the sink and used it on his skin as a moisturizer.

Kyrie dried off with his towel, leaving small traces of cat fur on his fresh skin. He put his tampon in and put on a change of underwear, and slipped on some basketball shorts.

Kyrie's chest was out and exposed and he could see it clearly in the mirror. Kyrie wanted to scream, he wanted to destroy everything around him. He felt a rage crawling up his spine that gnawed at his heart begging for him to destroy everything.

Kyrie began digging through the cupboards looking for his "kit". He found it behind a stack of dull green towels and began to work on his plan. The first thing he retrieved from his kit was his lighter, he stared at it for a moment then placed it in his pocket. The second thing he grabbed was a roll of ace bandages and some clips.

Kyrie took the Ace bandage and began to wrap it tightly around his chest. Tighter and tighter until his chest was almost flat, then used the clips from his kit to keep it in place. He stood for a moment staring at himself in the mirror with awe.

The next step of his plan, a new haircut. Since Kyrie is only fourteen years old he's not able to get a job to pay for his own haircut, and his mom would never take him to get his hair cut either.

"This is the best I've got." He mumbled to himself. He slipped his fingers through the red handle of the scissors and slowly raised them to his head.

Snip. That's all he needed to hear to encourage himself to continue. Snip.

"I'm going to cut my way to freedom." Snip. "People will finally see me as who I am." Snip. "Mom won't be able to deny who I truly am anymore." Snip.

Snip snip snip.