:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

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Toby's sensitive eyes squinted to the sight of the bright sun beaming through his window. He couldn't stay asleep no matter how hard he tried.
With visions of his nightmare replaying over and over and the sun making it hard to sleep, Toby laid there in his bed. He stared at the wall for a good 10 minutes after he had woken up.
The boy rose up, his side stinging again. At this point Toby had gotten used to the new sensation of the only physical pain he felt.
Keeping the carved symbol covered was a chore he just didn't have the energy to take care of anymore.
Every now and then he'd sit and watch the blood soak through, watching as it bled into the perfect shape of the odd symbol he'd see over and over in his dreams.

Toby stayed in his room pretty much all day, blinds closed and a chair propped up against the door.
The male would just sit, picking at the white patch that covered his mutilated cheek and gnawing on his hands. The bits that weren't wrapped tightly in gauze that was.

For the minute, he'd just daze off, thinking of stuff, deep in the back of his mind. His hands would tremor and bleed from scabs he chewed at. Anything to turn back time and stop everything. Life was so dull, he could barely see color it seemed.

Toby had watched his mom leave in the brown Subaru that she drove, he wondered where she was going, and why she didn't say anything.
By that time, she had been gone for about an hour. Toby lost the reason to worry, part of him was enjoying the loneliness, it was his friend.

Toby let out a quiet sigh, hanging his head. So much has happened over the years.
Shuffling came from the next door room, it was Lyra's room.
The male perked up and left the bedside, inching towards the door and opening it.
Just in the open doorway he saw his dad rummaging through his sister's old belongings and throwing them onto the bed and floor as if they were trash.

A dark brown bottle rested in his hand while the other pressed against the dresser. He had a green stain on his white tank top and had on dark green cargo pants.

Toby couldn't stand the smell, the sight of his father made him sick.
"What are you doing?" He spoke out, earning the sudden attention from the blond man.

There was silence for a second, then Jacob broke the tension. "Trashing the past, this is all useless junk."

He threw her old white converses into the trash bin, the only thing they salvaged from the crash.

"Stop that!" Toby yelled out, grabbing them from the bin. "This is Lyra's stuff! You can't just throw it away you fucking asshole!" He furrowed his eyebrows, clinging to the shoes as if they'd be ripped away with his body attached.

"Oh boo, she's gone now, what is she gonna do to stop me? Get over it, kid, go do some homework or something." He then threw some of her old school books and bag into a trash bag.

"Besides, she's better off dead."

Toby looked up at him, hearing that statement finally poked at his inner caged canine with a bone. And he bit it.

"You fucking piece of shit!" Toby shouted, yanking the bottle from the man's hands and slammed it down, smashing it on the floor.
That broke the tension quicker than anything. Jacob's eyes widened, the moment the bottle left his hand, his anger spiked.

"You weren't a-always like this! Do-Do you even love this family anymore?!" Toby shouted, fists tightening up. It was just going to be another fight…
but there was an eerie feeling about it. The air was thick, but thick with static. The entire time Toby was feeling watched, which only made his paranoia and adrenaline worse.

"You done it now, boy.." The man grabbed the male by the hood, then he straight up just shoved him all the way down the staircase that was behind him.

"I didn't want to do this, but you've left me no choice you stupid pathetic kid."
"I'm getting rid of your sorrow and this is how you repay me!"

Toby landed on the dining room floor hard, hitting his head on multiple steps on the way down. He managed to remain conscious even with the sudden whiplash he just witnessed.
His body didn't want to move, his legs felt weak, he could hear his own heartbeat in his brain.
Everything was blurry, spinning.

The air was foggy, bits of grain littered his vision. Static.
Heavy steps came down the stairs, followed by a rough kick in Toby's stomach, causing him to cough out and groan.
"You only had to do what you're told.." The man's voice spoke out, stepping over the boy's weak body now.
Toby couldn't find the strength to get up, he was only kicked over like a ragdoll. He watched the man rip the white patch off of his face, exposing the infected hole in his cheek.

"Look at you, what you did to yourself, you're such a stupid litte bitch, a psycho! Hah!" The blond man pulled off, throwing the gauze pad down next to Toby who held his face. Not like he already knew that.
He knew he was a monster, a freak.
'There must be something wrong with me…'
Toby thought, slowly glancing over to see the man stumble drunkenly into the dimly lit kitchen and open the fridge. He then pulled out a second bottle and chugged it like someone would water after running a marathon.

Why did this not feel real?
Toby could taste blood, and could feel some pool from his nose.
It was all in a matter of seconds.

"you'll wake up from this and learn to obey me,"
His father's voice seemed distorted, but that could just be his mind. "Maybe that's why your mother had enough of your shit."

Toby finally sat up, leaning against the wall. He knew what was coming but he physically could not move anymore. It was like he was frozen. His anger was overflowing with his emotions but his body was just stuck, frozen like a deer in headlights.

In the blink of an eye, the bottle came in contact with his head, smashing into hundreds of shards.
Toby fell back over, completely unconscious by the hit.
Blood oozed out of the many cuts the bottle made to his head.
All Toby could squeeze out was a subtle grunt, before it all went dark.

Jacob kneeled down after the boy was knocked out cold and began to cry. He was still drunk, but emotional after what he had done, acting like he realized what he actually just did.

Toby looked dead, but was breathing shallowly.
The man loomed over his unconscious son, sobbing disgustingly.

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