:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

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"Happy birthday to me.."
Toby sat in his dark room, a singular cupcake with a yellow candle laid in front of him. The year had gone by so quickly, he was now 17, almost an adult.
The thought scared him. Toby never really had the chance to fully be a kid.
He gazed towards his one shelf where the old stuffed cow sat, collecting dust.

The memories came flying back. The stitches on its head and legs only reminded him of that night. What was supposed to be any kid's joy only brought him sadness, anger even. The holes in the walls had their own lyrics to him,

I wish to be a kid again.

I want to be a kid again.

Toby gently blew the candle out and laid his head down. Never was a big fan of sweets, at least not anymore.

Toby never really did have big parties for his birthday, he couldn't recall if he did at least. If anything he'd spend the day with Lyra, or by himself if he so chose.
It was the fact that he was already growing up so quickly. Toby couldn't remember what his real childhood was like before the family went downhill. He hated it, knowing he'll never know how he used to be like.

Toby looked at his hands, jagged bandages blanketing over them. They weren't even properly applied, loosely hanging off, exposing his scarred hand tissue. What was he doing to himself? He couldn't help it. The chewing of his own flesh was of a feeling he couldn't explain. Nothing could replace it. They'd heal but it would be a while. Toby would just re-open the wounds like he always has.

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