InSaNiTy

Chapter 6

Writers Note: Due to being practically grounded for god knows how long, I have lost my privilege to have Wifi, hence why my story hasn't gone anywhere. If I am not on a Wattpad, you can more than likely find me on my Twitter. The username is @NerdyQueenB. Though, having no wifi gives me the change to really get back into my writing. For those who were thinking that I dropped my story, think again! These next few chapters SHOULD be longer, though they will take longer to write. Thank you all for reading and having patience!

Ps. If you have ideas on what should happen in the next chapter, leave a comment! I would be more than glad to put them in my story!

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"What? Why not?" He asked with an unintentional twitch and a slight cough/wheeze from the back of his throat.

"We noticed your depression symptoms getting significantly worse so we went and talked with your home room teacher.." His mother trailed off long enough to take in a breath before speaking again. "He said he noticed the kids poking and prodding at you consistently for the past two months after your tics started becoming worse as well. Toby, why didn't you say anything before you got this bad?"

Toby pursed his lips together and turned his orange/brown eyes to the floor, brushing his bangs back away from his eyes. "I dunno.." Was all he was able to say. He relaxed his lips and allowed a soft sigh to escape from them. "I guess I was just worried I would be called a snitch, or a tattle-tale. They've already got a nickname for me. It's Ticci-Toby. But I guess you don't care about that.."

"Toby..." Lyra started. "We do care. And you could have told me. I would have dealt with those people. I thought you... I thought you trusted me..." She started but was cut off by Toby.

"I do!" He said rather quickly and looked up to his sister with a sad expression on his tired and pale face. "I do. I really do. The thought never even occurred to me. Sorry.." He said with another twitch and turned his back to the family he trusted more than anything. He looked over his shoulder to glance back at them. "You can't help me now. Nobody can.." He said and went back off to his room, where he sat cross-legged on the bed and let the voices in his head speak to him. Occasionally, he would reply out loud but he couldn't help it.

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At least four and a half hours passed before Toby was back to the world of the living. He blinked his eyes many times and glanced around the room carefully.

There, in the corner, stood the shadow figure. It looked worse than before. Toby could tell that the figure had bandages wrapped around its head and half of its face, hair astray. A sense of guilt washed over Toby but he couldn't look away. He didn't want to, strangely. But somehow, in the land of impossibilities, he felt connected to that strange shadowed figure that always visited him at the most unlikely of times.

After about a minute of staring, he finally looked away and crawled off his bed, stumbling backwards a bit as if he was pushed. Furrowing his brows, he brushes his thoughts away and moves over to the window beside the bed. Toby pushed away the curtains and leaned up against the ledge, arms folded in front of him. He looked out into the town he lived in and noted the sinister feel to it. Just by seeing the darkness that gloomed over it, he felt himself sink back into a deep state of almost lethal depression.

With a sigh, the teenager moves away from the window and exits his room, shifting off to the kitchen. When he walked, he barely picked up his feet, and he was slightly hunched over. Bad posture, probably. He never sat straight. Telling him to do so was like telling Lyra she couldn't hang out around boys. It was practically impossible.

Now in the kitchen, he moves over to the pantry and pulls out a big bag of ketchup chips before going to the living room, where he flops down in his chair and starts munching away. His parents give him a slightly confused look but doesn't question anything. They change the channel to Doctor Who and leaves the room to talk in silence, leaving Toby by himself.

Toby only glanced over at them as they left before turning his attention back to the TV. Oh, how he wished the Doctor was real. He wished he could just come along, bring him into the TARDIS, and travel together forever and take away all his problems. But..... he knew he wasn't real. At the thought of his favourite Sci-Fi character not actually existing, he felt his heart sink.

Sighing, he quickly finished off the chips and crumpled the bag up into the ball. Toby looked to the garbage can across the room, to the ball, then back to the can. A smirk twitched at his lips and he expertly tossed the ball into the garbage. Seems like being forced to participate in Basketball really paid off. Now in a better mood, he hops up off his chair and goes back to his room. He doesn't stay there, however.

Grabbing his favourite beige hoodie, he slips it on and walks off down to the front door, where he puts his shoes on. "I'll be back!" He calls out to his family before leaving the house.

Once he was outside, he takes a deep breath and looks around for something to do. There was a forest not too far from where he lived. Maybe he could build a fort or something. So, he went to the garage and grabbed his fathers two hatchets. One had a shiny blade and an orange handle, the other had a rusted blade and a wooden handle. Oh well. They would work.

So, after that, and with hatchets in hand, Toby starts walking off to the forest. It didn't take long to get there, actually. Maybe 20 minutes at the most. And thank god Toby was in decent shape, other than being underweight. Anybody else literally would have died while trying to get there. Either way, here he was, standing at the edge of the forest. The forest had an eerie feeling to it that didn't seem to bother him at all.

So, he quickly went to work, chopping down decent sized branches and arranging them in a way that it looked somewhat like a house. Satisfied, he tossed the hatchets aside and settled down into the fort, staring up at the birds that circled up ahead. Without Toby realizing it, he slowly falls asleep.

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I'm introducing Slenderman in the next chapter! Woops! Spoilers!

Remember! If you have any ideas on what should happen in my next chapter, other than mine with Slenderman, leave a comment please!