Cyrus

The boys are fifteen years old. They're cousins, sort of. They think they can live forever. They have stolen a car. It belongs to the grandfather of two of them and the stepfather of the third. They just wanted to impress some girls. They didn't see that tree. The boy who was driving and the one in the passenger seat are saved by the seat belts and air bags. The third boy is not so lucky. He is sitting in the back seat, practically standing up in his chair. He isn't wearing a seat belt. He falls back against the seat. His brains are scrambled. His last thought is about the girl who was trying to impress. Years later, Cyrus is pretty sure that he would love to believe it was his last thought.