:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

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Toby laid in his bed under the sheets. The door was held shut by the chair. He was staring towards the window. Blue pale light seeped through from the moonlight. His eyes adjusted a little.
He could feel a presence.

Toby covered his ears and curled his body up more than it already was. In his head he'd repeat the same phrase, begging it to go away.
Something drove him out however. Toby found himself leaning onto his room window, peering down to see the lanky faceless creature staring up at his window.

His gaze darkened. Toby flipped the creature off and slammed the blinds shut. He threw himself back into his bed, keeping the blanket pulled over him completely.

That morning, Toby was woken up by rapid knocking.
He was barely even asleep to begin with. He probably fell asleep a little over an hour ago.
The voice coming from the other side of his door was his mom's. He could barely make out what she was saying, something about getting up and ready, for what?
He thought.

Toby stumbled out of bed, holding his head. It ached. He rarely got headaches surprisingly but when he did, man did they hurt.
The boy noticed a bit of blood on his sheets where he had been laying, then just noticed the blood that stained his shirt right where he had been cut by those kids years ago.

The closer he examined it, he came to realize the entire wound opened up again. He certainly didn't do this. The symbol that was literally carved into his skin. It looked like it was freshly carved all over again.

It was just a scar yesterday.

"Mh- hold on!" Toby frantically called out, guessing he probably needed to fix it so his mom wouldn't notice at least.

It was cold out anyways, so layers were his best friend. The boy layered up after bandaging all he could of the wound and slipped gloves on to hide the fact he didn't go easy on his hands last night.

Toby managed to escape any curiosity from his mother. He was surprised because usually she was really fast on noticing things.

Just the two of them got into the car, Toby still didn't know where they were going.
Toby would be lying if he said he wasn't still mad at his mom for her words at dinner, but he didn't bring it up, and neither did she. They both knew the tension was high.

"Where are we going?" Toby finally asked, just seconds before they pulled into a small brick building.
Connie explained to him that she was taking him to see a therapist, which he hasn't seen in years, if he could remember that is.
It was like Toby was slowly losing his memory of the past.

The brunette woman entered the building, her son following behind. He hung his head low, hiding his gaze behind the bridge of his hat that he decided to wear.

After talking to the lady at the counter, Toby gathered that it would be a few minutes of waiting until he could be seen.

The door to the small room was opened for him. Picture frames line the walls, pictures of happy kids, families, pets, ect.
Toby sat down in the chair by the desk.
The door was closed, leaving him in the room by himself. Of course, he had gotten bored, digging out the lighter that he also tugged along.
Toby flicked it on and off, bringing it up to his face a little closer. The warmth crawled onto the skin on his nose. It smelled nice.

Toby pulled his hand up, just as he was about to touch the flame, the door creaked open. An average woman walked in carrying a clipboard. She wore a white dress with black spots on it, her hair was long and pulled back into a braid, it was also blonde.

Immediately Toby was reminded, the woman had the same bangs as Lyra had, the same eye color too, a honey brown.

Toby quickly stashed the lighter away into his many pockets, pulling his bandaged arms to rest on the arms of the chair.

This was going to be interesting..

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