:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

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There was a lot of ringing, glass engulfed the street, dark tire marks left a clear path to where the now flipped and completely destroyed car laid.

Sirens of ambulances and police vehicles were blurred, but Toby was starting to come back into a conscious state, he felt dead, he felt like he did die, why was he still clinging to life. His throat was clogged with blood. He was choking on it a little.
It only took a few seconds to realize that this was definitely real. His arm was lodged under the glovebox, completely bent in a way it shouldn't bend. The skin was ripped, exposing his bone.

Toby only saw red, barely turning his head to look around.
He weakly pushed against the window with his one bloody hand, meeting blurry eye contact with the police man trying to get the door open.

The guy was trying to keep Toby's attention, seeing the boy was alive and freaking out a little, the man just didn't want him turning around anymore than he already has.

That didn't work, unfortunately. Toby had a horrible concussion, blood leaking down his face. He was horribly injured, but alive.
This made him lose sense of what was really happening, or what really happened, that is.

Toby turned his head towards the driver's side of the car, seeing a blurry mess of blood and glass. He blinked a few times, clearing his vision up just enough to capture the sight of Lyra completely impaled by a large tree limb that came through the windshield. Her face and neck had glass lodged into her skin. But the worst part was that her eyes were wide open and rolled back into her skull.

Toby felt the stages of grief all at once in that moment, a hiccup leaving his body, blood rushing to his head and chest as he bottled up an ugly breath.

Toby screamed, his voice hurt and cracked. It was a long scream, a painful one.
When he finally stopped, he had lost his voice completely. Toby pulled at his dismembered arm, trying to free himself so he could grab onto his now lifeless sister.  His eyes wide and full of pure fear and disbelief. He didn't stop pulling. He was also stuck in the seat belt that was nearly suffocating him.

The sound of blood dripping and car alarms going off. The steaming of the hood and the sirens blurring out.

It all felt unreal, this couldn't be happening. It was so quick.
An entire life could be taken away just like that. Toby didn't even care about his own fatal wounds, he was only adding insult to injury trying to rip his own arm off completely just to get free.

Finally Toby felt arms wrap around him and pull him from the car, freeing his arm that now fell limp to the side when he was carried out.

Toby had no feeling in his legs, but would still try to squirm free from the arms of the officer, hitting his shoulder and reaching back.
His screams still break and muffle between sobs and hiccups.

Toby watched with blurry vision as the two officers tried to free Lyra but only turned with shaking heads once seeing her condition.

Toby was being carried away, further and further away.
He'd only scream her name until his voice completely gave out, leaving nothing but raspy whispers.

Toby's body finally gave up, going limp in the officer's arms.
Toby was driven to the hospital where he'd stay for a couple of days.

He hadn't woken up but only a few times when doctors would run tests and patch him up some more.

His parents didn't even know what happened until a nurse was able to identify and contact them.

Toby had never heard his mother sob like she did that night.
Meanwhile, Toby laid numb in the bed, anesthesia filling his lungs to keep him calm and so he would relax his brain..he wouldn't think of it.

He would just be shedding tears, but wouldn't feel anything.
He could see his mom's shriveled red face, he couldn't imagine.

He couldn't imagine.

She was dead.

She was dead.

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