The demon among the forest

Bipolar

(I KNOW ITS BEEN LIKE FOREVER)

     "Anything?" Brian asked, Jack shook his head as he left their room. Its been a few days since that memory of Lyra. It plays repeat on Toby's head. He wanted to get over it because something was good happening but the past dwells on him. His sister was the first person who actually cared about him. Lyra would leave anything for him.
     "Toby.." Tim knocked on the door. "You have to eat."
     Toby hide his face in his covers to hide his emotionless face. He didn't speak. Tim walked over to Toby laying his soup on his bed stand. But Toby didn't move a muscle.
     "Come on, Its been days. Its not your fault." Tim shook him. He thought he knew what was wrong, but in reality he didn't.
     Toby turned over as he mumbled "Just leave me alone."
     Tim sighed as he got up and left, closing the door behind him. Toby stared at the bowl of soup. He mimicked Tim's sigh as he picked up the bowl. He wondered himself why this memory just came out of no where. He asked if it was a sign or a message from any god out there, But Toby didn't believe in a god. He only believed in misery and pain. Lyra was an sweet caring person, she was the only person who could deal with him for so long. Its what makes Toby believe he was somewhat good of a person to deserve that.
    
     "What's even wrong with him?" Jack questioned.
     "I guess you overwhelmed him." Tim said, walking past him.
     "How?" Jack asked.
      "With you existence." Tim walked over to the couch, taking out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes.
     "Whatever." Jack mumbled as he looked away. Tim smoked his dry cigarette like there was no tomorrow. He filled his lungs with smoke. His cigarette shrinking by the second. The stress of everything was causing this rapid breathing.
     "Shit." Tim yelped as the fire touched in between his fingers.
     "Slow down." Brian said patting Tim shoulders.
     Tim sighed as he put out his cigarette, making a dust spot on the couch. Brian sat next to him, letting out a hand. Tim passed him a cigarette from the tiny box. Brian placed the cigarette between his lips. He leaned down to Tim, waiting for him to light his cigarette. Tim blushed before lowering his lighter to the cigarette, lighting it up. Brian looked up at Tim, seeing the red mess he made. Brian quickly sat back up and crossed his legs as he smoked. Tim covered his mouth with his hand, Thinking what was happening. Brian turned his head to the opposite direction of where Tim was sitting, lending the used cigarette to him. Tim looked at Brian, lowering his eyes to the cigarette. Tim took the cigarette, smoking out of it.

     Jack walked into the room that him and Toby shared. Just seeing him in bed shattered his heart. Jack walked over to Toby, taking off his shoes. He knew Tim told him not to touch him when he's like this but Jack couldn't help it. Next he took off his shirt, showing his defined back. Toby took a tiny peak before quickly shutting his eyes, pretending that he didn't see anything. But his face couldn't hide it. Jack looked back at him, picking up a bit of the covers. He slides in between Toby's arms. Toby couldn't feel it but his body temperature was high from staying under the covers for days. Jack felt like he was getting burnt to a crisp, yet he didn't care. He pushed Toby head onto his shoulder, holding him. Toby buried his head into Jack's chest. He wrapped his arms around Jack's back, pulling him closer. Jack played with his hair.
     The morning light shined through window, it was a nice orange color. They stayed like this for hours. Jack looked down, He expected to be jumped or injured anytime soon but Toby just laid there like a restless body.
     Out of no where Toby decide to break, "Did you mean it?.."
     From those four words, Jack knew exactly what he was talking about. "Of course."
     Toby looked up at him with his charcoal eyes, so dull like there was no light in his soul.

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