Break of Dawn

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authoress's Rants:

Nieni: *gurgles*

Nite:....

Nieni: OKIES! I'M WRITING ANOTHER ONE! HEEEEE!

Nite: *evil smile*

Nieni: ^-^

Nite: *still smiling evilly*

Nieni: *blinks, then stares at Nite*.... Please stop that.... I don't like being smiled at unless it's in a sweet way.

Nite: *-*

Nieni: *thinking* Evil smile and now starry eyes.... that can mean only one thing....

Nite: *starts cackling as Nieni runs away*

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"Hello. My name is Twix Henti.... Don't ask, just know that my father had a certain obsession, I'm sure you can figure out what that was. Most of my classmates call me 'Twitching Twix' because I have a small tick in my left eye. It only acts up when I'm feeling strong emotion.... which is usually either anger, sadness, or most often, paranoia. I have every right to be paranoid though! I'm being stalked!.... I know I am.... I can feel eyes watching me.... always watching.... As a matter of fact, if you're listening to this tape, why are you doing so? Are you the stalker??! STOP WATCHING ME! DON'T LOOK AT ME! MAKE THEM STOP STARING AT ME-!"

Dr. Thompson stops the tape player. "This is your recorded diary, Twix?"

A boy, around the age of seventeen, with soft scarlet hair hanging like a curtain over the right side of his face and a twitching purple left eye sits huddled on a squishy navy-blue armchair, jiggling his left leg nervously. ".... That's only the first part...."

The brown-haired 'doctor' leans forward, resting his palms down on his desk. "The students at your school call you names?"

".... Yes...."

"Does that bother you?"

".... Maybe...." Twix's eye slits suspiciously, "Why do you want to know? Are you stalking me too?.... Always watching, asking questions about me...."

"Mr. Henti, I can assure you, I am not stalking you. No one is stalking you. It is my belief that you are forming these threatening beings.... stalkers.... in your mind to take stress off your real worries-"

".... That's not all they call me.... they call me cyclops...."

Dr. Thompson slowly settles back down behind his desk. "Ah, that's right. Does it upset you when people mention your eye?"

Twix blinks at his therapist in confusion. ".... No.... I don't like when people make fun of my twitch...."

"No, no. I'm talking about your right eye."

".... I don't have a right eye to make fun of.... see?" Lifting a pale hand, Twix brushes aside the hair falling over the side of his face. Instead of another eye being there, there is only three long marks going over that spot, as if some sort of animal had raked it's claws across it.

(Nieni: No. There isn't a gaping hole. Just blank skin with scar marks on it.... My God, some people have nasty assumptions!)

The scarlet-haired boy's face darkens at the doctor's obvious flinch.

*************************R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nieni: I've been trying to post this along with updates of my other stories, but the site wouldn't upload my chapters! But, the site is working for me now! *happy dance*

Nite: About time too! She was going through some nasty withdrawls. No, I will not tell you what those were.

Nieni: *shudders* Anyhoo.... I hope you like, this story is going to be very.... interesting.

Nite: A paranoid guy with one eye.... HA! I RHYMED!

Nieni: DON'T MAKE FUN OF TWIX! TWIX IS AWESOME AND OH-SO CUTE AND SQUEEZABLE!.... Unless he's convinced you're a stalker, then he'd probably run away screaming if you tried to hug him....