:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

13

It was dark, Toby was huddled against the living room door, holding his head. He could see stuff being thrown at him, glass, books, even plates. Repeated laughter rang through his mind. No matter how tightly he covered his ears, everything was still so loud.

"Why can't you just be normal?!"

"You're such a spaz…"

"Is he going to cry again?"

"Such a handful."

"You can't even bare yourself, just give up!"

"Try hard"

"Why does he make those weird sounds?"

"Oh he can't help it."

"Let's make the freak bleed,"

"No wonder why they all beat you."

"れ口 山口れ刀モ尺 山卄ㄚ 匕卄モㄚ 丹ㄥㄥ
卄丹匕モ ㄚ口∪"

"刀口 ㄚ口∪ 山丹れ匕 匕卄モ爪 ム口れモ?"

Toby appeared somewhere green, limbs and branches surrounded him. He was in the middle of nowhere, yet it felt so familiar.
The wind was strong, and in the distance there were two figures, wait no three..

four?

Toby got up from where he was, none of this felt real, yet he could hear the leaves crunch beneath his feet.
In the distance, just meters away, three bodies hung. Ropes tied around their necks.

Toby stumbled over, barely being able to see. Somehow it looked so close, but Toby felt like he had been stumbling for hours just to fully approach the sight.
He felt sick to his stomach immediately upon laying eyes on the three suffocated boys. Each of them had burlap sacks tied around their heads.

"ㄚ口∪ 刀口れ'匕 山丹れ匕 匕口 Ｓモモ
匕卄モ工尺 下丹匚モＳ, 匕口乃ㄚ."

A voice called out. That one Toby he knew too well.
Toby darted his head around, trying to spot this thing he grew to despise. "You killed them!" he screamed, stepping back.

"れ口, ㄚ口∪ 刀工刀."

"ㄚ口∪ 刀工刀, 爪ㄚ 匚卄工ㄥ刀."

"No, no! You…you misheard me! I-i-i said, i said said- mhff!- FuCk!"
"I didn't think you'd.."

"山丹れ匕 匕口 Ｊ口工れ 匕卄モ爪?"

Toby's head perked up when he heard that question. "...wh..what?"

Just then a perfectly tied noose dropped in front of the three hanging boys.
"ㄚ口∪ 卄モ丹尺刀 爪モ...Ｓ口れ.."

"山口∪ㄥ刀 ㄚ口∪ ㄥ工Ｋモ 匕口 Ｊ口工れ
匕卄モ 乃口ㄚＳ ㄚ口∪ Ｋ工ㄥㄥモ刀, 丹Ｓ
Ｓ丹匚尺工下工匚モ"

Toby felt his chest tighten, he couldn't breathe all too well.

"刀口れ匕 ㄚ口∪ 山丹れ匕 匕卄工Ｓ
卄口尺尺工乃ㄥモ ㄥ工下モ 匕口 モれ刀?"

"ㄥモ匕 爪モ 匕丹Ｋモ ㄚ口∪ 丹山丹ㄚ."

Toby started to move against his will, pulling at the noose. The tough rope rubbing between his scarred fingers.

He started to place it around his head slowly. He could see everything playing out in front of him. Everytime his dad would yell at him, kids would mock him. Everything bad in his life seemed to highlight itself more than the good.

Probably because there was little good.

"ㄚモＳ."

Toby's arms were shaking, he didn't want to die, but it was like something was making him do this, some unseen force controlling his body like a puppet.

"I'm cursed."

"I'm cursed"

The second the noose made it fully around his neck, Toby jerked awake, still on the floor in his room. The chair still propped up against the door.

The sun was peering into the window. It was morning.
It was all just a horrible nightmare.

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