InSaNiTy

Chapter 8

Writers Note: Now I know some of you are thinking 'That's not what happened in the original story. What the hell is she doing!?'. It's just a story, guys. I'm twisting the story and bending it to my own free will, and adding in parts of the original story as I go. I'm writing this for fun. If you don't like it, don't read it. If you've read this far, thumbs up to you! :3

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When Toby awoke many hours later, the sun was peeking out through the cracks of the curtains covering his mothers window. Groaning quietly, Toby glanced up to see if his mom was still sleeping, and sure enough, she was. But they weren't the only ones in the bed. His father was there, and he was curled up into Toby slightly. He must have been in a deep sleep to not feel him crawl into bed and curl up with Toby like everything between them was fine. It wasn't fine.

Growling quietly, Toby ignores the faint whispers in his head and carefully crawls out of bed. His father shifts positions but remains asleep. Toby's eyes linger on his mothers face for a long moment, looking at the bruises and noting how horrible they looked.

Finally, he turned away and went back to his room where he got dressed into some decent looking clothes and fixed his hair, which always looked like an absolute mess. It was the weekend. He had an appointment with the psychiatrist later on today, but for the rest of the hours, he was free to do whatever he wanted.

He probably wouldn't do much except stay in his room like he always did. He was pretty much a troll at this point. He barely came out. Only to eat something, or to use the bathroom. He was seventeen, and he was already developing some habits that might ruin him later on. Oh well. He couldn't be helped. Not now, not ever.

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(Two years later)

Today was just another sad, depressing, and lonely day for Toby. His depression, schizophrenic, and Tourette symptoms have gotten worse over the past two years. Way worse. He was at the point where he would freak out at the randomest of times, and he's already tried to kill his father COUNTLESS TIMES. He couldn't be fixed.

"Toby! Come on! Get dressed! We're taking your sister to hockey practice!" His mother called out from downstairs. This was just a lie to get Toby in the car. His sister even agreed to use this an an excuse. Toby needed help. Major help.

"I don't wanna go!" Toby yelled back and threw himself out of bed angrily. He got dressed anyways and stomped off downstairs. He put his shoes on and went outside, glancing up at the sky. Depressing. Everything was depressing to him.

Lyra nudges Toby's shoulder gently and clung to him in a hug. "Hey Mr. Cranky Pants. Woke up on the wrong side of the bed?" She giggled.

Toby sighed in defeat and messed up Lyra's hair. He couldn't ever be mad at her. Everything he did was for her. "Yes, actually. Now get in the car before I change my mind." He smirked.

Lyra fixed her hair, pretended to be scared and hopped into the backseat of the car. Even though the two were nearly adults, they stayed with their parents. More for Toby's sake, actually.

Toby got in also and leaned back in the seat, sighing heavily.

They weren't going to hockey practice. They weren't going anywhere close to that.

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I know this chapter is short, but the drama will come next chapter. DUN DUN DUUUUNNNN. ;P