I Remember You... (COMPLETE)

Chapter Nine

 Within the half-second that my door was closed, a series of explosions were already launched. I took the first thing that I could get my hands on, which just so happened to be one of my nightstand books, and threw it as hard as I could. It left a pretty solid dent in the wall where it impacted. I instantly pulled my fist and turned to punch the wall. There must have been a stud there because there was a nasty Crack!! from one of my fingers. I was too in the moment to notice that I dislocated a finger from punching the wall.

It took about twenty minutes of breaking various things around my room and three or four holes in the wall before Toby showed up. "ANGEL, YOU NEED TO-" He said as he put himself in between me and the wall to try and get me to stop.

That was his mistake though, I was in a blind rage and could only see through him. I was unaware that I had punched Toby in the nose until I got a loud "Aw, FUCK!!" when I pulled my hand back. "Oh. OH- OH SHIT, TOBY OH MY GOD, I'M SO SORRY!!" I shouted as I took my bloodied hand and held his face. Part of the blood was from how hard I cracked him right in the middle of his face, the other part was how bloodied my knuckles were from ramming them into nearly every hard surface I had in my room. I ran to my bedside and pulled a box of baby wipes out of my nightstand drawer to wipe his face and plug up his nose.

Toby accepted the baby wipe and cleaned himself up. Plugging his nose, he sat on my bed and laid his head back off the edge to help with the bleeding. "So, Marie, are we good now, or do you need to get in one last punch to get it all out?" He chuckled.

I went red in the cheeks and my face went sour. "Toby, just because you can't feel pain doesn't automatically make you my punching bag. You're not supposed to beat up your..." I stopped for some odd reason, then the thoughts of the hug from earlier popped back up into my head.

"You're not supposed to beat up your... what? C'mon, 'Ria, don't leave me hanging." Toby interrupted my thinking.

I blushed again and muttered a quick apology before continuing. "You're not supposed to beat up your best friend, no matter if they're in the line of fire or not." I finished.

Toby blotted at his nose to notice that it stopped bleeding. "Well, I don't mind if it means keeping you safe. Plus, you haven't maimed me too terribly. If you want, I'll go make us some grilled cheese and tomato soup because we haven't eaten since seven and I know part of your crankiness is because you're hungry." He offered.

I nodded and he left. I went to the bathroom to go clean up my knuckles, but there weren't any bandages in the first-aid kit like there were supposed to be. "Damn, well, Tobster is sure to have some in his room," I said as I cleaned the cuts on my knuckles. Thank goodness nothing was broken. Just a dislocated finger, a sprained wrist, and a couple of knuckles with broken skin on them.

I tucked my wrist close to me and wandered my way to Toby's room. After a few moments of single-handed searching, I found a bandage to wrap my hand up with. Amongst the search, I also noticed a shoebox that wasn't there any other time I've been in Toby's room. I slowly wander up to the box and curiosity started to take over. I picked up the box and examed the outside before opening it to see the hidden surprises inside.

Inside the shoebox, there were various drawings of girls, I recognized each and every one of them, Jane, Zero, Nina, Trick, Jinx, Sadie, Lynnie, Izzy, there were a few drawings of Clocky, I felt my nose crinkle up in distaste at how many pictures of her there were. Why was I getting so butthurt about it though? I don't know. Maybe I'm just feeling extra salty about Masky still.

In my internal monologue, I continued to sift through the pictures. Leafing through various scenes that looked oddly familiar, I found more girls. These were different though... One in a black dress, reading a book. One in a purple shirt and a black skirt with a pencil in one hand and a pizza slice in the other. One in white and black polka dot pajamas wearing a tiny tiara and holding a game controller. What made these three so different was how similar they were. The girl had dark brown hair with a little white streak, green eyes, and wore tiny emerald studded earrings in their ears, just like me.

All the drawings had a date of when they were finished, and all were complete with Toby's chicken-scratch signature. The date on the first two was from the first two months that I was welcomed into the manor. The last one, however, was dated on my birthday four years ago. It was about four months before I was found in the woods.

Finding these art pieces made me forget what I was mad about. I was already bandaged up, so I decided to fix up the box as if it was never bothered and I took the three drawing off to my room to hide them.

After sitting down, I got lost in my thoughts again. The turmoil of Masky's bullshit, how Jeff's probably gonna laugh at me for throwing my little temper tantrum, and also whatever mind fuckery I've got going on between me and Toby caused me to start rocking in my seat.

"-Lo? He-? ANGEL!!" Toby shouted, causing me to jump. "Sorry about shouting, but I was asking which bowl you wanted and you were staring at the ground like it just explained the meaning of life to you. Are you okay?" He smiled.

I shook the thoughts out of my head and smiled back. "I'm much better now that you're back. And also, you should know better, the purple flower bowl is mine and I will literally fight you for this food." I giggled.

"As if almost breaking my nose wasn't enough!!" Toby said as he handed me a plate of grilled cheese sandwiches with my favorite bowl full of soup.

"I already apologized!!" I huffed as I started my food. I didn't let the drawings leave my train of thought. My best friend had some explaining to do.