:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

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Later that same night, Toby and his mom sat at the dinner table. The woman was trying everything she could to get the boy to open up about what happened in Dr. Oliver's office, but no response.
He was dead silent.

Instead, Toby had his eyes on the tv in the living room. The channel was on the news, once again it spoke of missing children.

He glanced over to his dad who sat on the couch, a bottle in his hand and remote setting on his lap.
Toby had the strange urge to change the channel, all of this talk about missing children cases, it was driving him insane.

Toby made his way over to the couch side and reached down for the remote quietly. His father's eyes were closed so he figured he could just snatch it and change the channel really quick.
The second Toby's hand grabbed the remote, the man slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me, boy." The smell of pure liquor littered the air when the man opened his mouth.

"Drunkard." Toby grumbled out, leaving the living room and back into the dinning room.
"I'll do the dishes Mom." He spoke, taking his and her plate.

Toby started the water, but the water wasn't normal, it was blood color.
It was getting all over the plates and sink.
His hands recoiled, wiping them on his shirt in a hurry to get the blood off.
Though after blinking a few times, it was just normal water. Now he knew his mind was playing tricks on him again.
The wind outside was strong, though it was night, and it was hard to see, Toby could tell by the scratching on the window by hanging tree limbs.

Toby could barely keep his eyes open, vision blurring in and out. It was hard to focus on cleaning the plates when he constantly caught glimpses of multiple little bugs or fish in the sink water. He continuously shook his head, shaking the hallucinations off one last time before putting the last plate away.

Toby disappeared off to his room without a proper goodnight.

The boy propped the chair against the door so no one could just walk in, then he inched towards his window.
He opened it and stuck his head out, the wind immediately blowing into his face. He squinted and darted his eyes to the ground below, a slight sound of static lingering around the air.
"Where a-a-are you." Toby muttered out, his gaze narrowing. "I hear you,"

Toby tapped the window edge and slowly climbed out. Now seating himself on the roof that was outside his window.
He pulled his knees into a hug and rested his chin on his arms.
The wind tugged on his hair. It wasn't going all in one direction. It would blow away from him, then towards him again, like a storm, but the sky was clear. The stars were visible.
The same ones he saw that night, the same ones that were out when she…

When…

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