:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

16

It's been a month and a half since those three boys went missing. Search parties still remained and Toby had been interrogated so much they finally gave up, dropping any suspicion they had on him. The only response Toby would give was that it wasn't him, that a demon did it, a friend even. Though sometimes when he refers to that thing as a friend, it feels like it was forcing him to say that. His dad wasn't happy. The man kept arguing with the police about how he knew his son was probably a key reason. The guy was sorta right, but that still didn't mean Toby did anything wrong with his own hands. It was almost like he told this demon what to do, and it did it.
The nightmares about a sacrifice were close to horrific. Each scene would get worse. In a certain few, Toby was hung upside down and was forced to watch his own organs and intestines fall out right in front of him. This resulted in him being very defensive when it came to places like his neck, chest or stomach. He was overall a pretty clumsy person, and would even accidentally beat himself up, so this new fear caused him to fall into a state of constant paranoia.
The boy would constantly hug himself, and would sit with his legs or arms always propped up, like he had to constantly protect himself from something that probably wouldn't even happen.

Toby's birthday rolled around, him now being 16 and completely swallowed up by this creature. Every night it would visit him, and every day it would watch him. He has gotten used to its constant presence, but his family not so much. Everything he talked about was this thing. They put him on stronger medication and assumed that it would help. In reality, it only made it worse. Toby never left his room other than to attend school, which also got worse now that he's entered 10th grade.

Toby became sickly pale, though he always had that problem, but this was worse. Toby barely ate, barely slept. They couldn't afford constant doctor visits so his dad thought it's be the best idea to scare him into becoming better. The man would get random violent outbursts and the first person who was usually in his line of sight was his son.
The older Toby got, the more angrier and defensive he'd become. Physical fights would break out almost every other day. Having the two around each other is like having two dogs just ready to snap at one another.
Seeing the man breathe only angered Toby more.

Lyra was always there to calm him down, and his mom would constantly promise that the man would leave soon, but.

When is 'soon?' He thought.
When will this man get out of their life, they didn't deserve this.
As if Toby was already getting bullied at school so hard he would have to resort to physical defense, only to come home and have it done to him again by the very man who was supposed to love him.
Who used to love him, his family.

This wasn't a family anymore.

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