Tiny Creepypastas x depressed/suicidal/abused/kinda insane reader

all alone again

I stopped right before the street, watching the fast car go by unbothered by my start to suicide. I heard Toby come running towards me and ran into the forest much faster than him so he wouldn't be able to follow me. I ran for a good straight 10 minutes. I stopped for a moment and let my legs stop burning while I felt my lungs start burning. I went into a cave and layed down on the cold rock floor. I shivered at the cold breeze. This side of me just popped up so suddenly. The car that I almost ran in front of didn't stop either.. Before or after I ran. Just one thing on top of another in this life.. I figure I'll stay here till I die.. But I can't leave the pastas. I suppose I will just get them back on track and then disappear from this town. I sat there for a moment, contemplating my course of action for the next few days. Number 1 was to get the pastas back to their normal life. Number 2, get the fuck out of here. Number 3, I really don't know. Maybe start a cult? Just make that my permanent resting place?(die there and be buried there). I guess I'm sticking to the 2 for now. I got out of the tree and brushed myself off, noticing all my past cuts on my arms and thighs. I headed home slowly, noticing all the nature passing me by. I went back to my child hood mind when everything was somewhat calm. I had a thing for witchcraft. I gave up on my practices when my family life became more and more difficult to deal with. Plus, I never had the money to get access to the material I needed. I noticed Toby walking beside me. "Sorry about that, I'm just troubled in so many ways". He nodded. I bent down to pick him up and he subsided. He was sat on my shoulder as I continued to walk. His ticking didn't bother me." W-what were you t-thinking about? Y-you seemed lost-t in thought" he said, becoming angry with his ticks." A distant memory of a religion I used to follow as a child. It's long gone now" I said closing my eyes to remember some of the spells and potions I would create." What w-was it?" he asked curiously."Witchcraft". He looked at me confused." So y-you would f-fly on a b-broom?" He said. I chuckled a smiled slightly." Toby, witches do not have the ability to fly, even with a broom. Witch craft is the ability to provide healing through a person's energy and herbal practices, least a white witch is" I explained." There i-is more t-than one?"." Yes, but if you know one, they are a danger to themselves and society. They force things so that fate doesn't happen. That brings karma upon them and eventually they just have to give their afterlife in heaven to be in hell for going against 'god's' word. They force love and preform curses that haunt people for their entire life. Just know that black witches are not to be trusted". He looked at me as if asking 'are you one of them?'. I shook my head no and continued walking. We got home not to long after. The rest of the pastas just looked at us, wondering what was next. I put Toby down and walked to my room, not saying a word.

AAAAAAA  IM SORRY I'VE BEEN DEAD :'3
I hate to say but I might just end this book here. I can't do this and my high school work but I will still try to slowly put out updates. Thanks for trying me ^w^