Twitchy Dreams {Ticci Toby x Reader}

Chapter One

[ Your P.O.V ]

Police could be heard just right at the corner of my house. Did I mention that murders have been happening out of the blue? Well yea that's the problem with the world, knowing one day you'll reach your end but what way will it end up being? My mother keeps herself locked in her room with fear so we never really get to speck face to face. My father on the other hand never really cared about us. It was always the same, work work work!

The only thing he wanted was for me to study, to get good grades and to go to collage. But I was never really sure if I did want that. I had two choices, I could accomplish my fathers dreams and earn the money he so wanted or I could follow my own path and wander around in the world, Free. But I never could choose what I wanted. I never had the courage to speck up for myself. I never did. I stood up late thinking of my life and how will it turn out to be? Would I end up dead like my neighbors?

Each day that passes by it seems to cause a new chaotic day. I could never sleep from the ringing the police cars bring to my ears nor could my eyes stand to see the red and blue lights creaking inside my room by the window. But I was mostly bothered by something else, my dreams that would constantly pop up like an ad and I have accidentally clicked it. I would wake up in fear examining my room to see if I was back into reality, and of course I usually would be. But at times I would end up somewhere else. In the woods to be more precise. And there I would be holding my phone in my hands with the flashlight brightening the horrifying and dark night. From how shocked and scared I was I would always tremble out of the woods and run back into my house.

And today that's how it happened. But before I could step outside of the large trees hovering over me I heard the leaves being crumbled by footsteps. I on the other hand wasn't going to get curious and die so I ran out of the woods and ended up panting against the door. My heartbeat decreased knowing I was safe in my house. But that soon changed awhile after I heard my mother scream in fright. I quickly ran over to her room in a rush to save her for whatever reason she was screaming. When I finally reached her room I slammed the door open only to see my mothers blood being splashed at each corner. My eyes widened at the horrifying scene that was being displayed at me from an inch away. I gulped and fell to my knees.

At the moment nothing else mattered but my mothers death. This is what she was afraid of and in the end her nightmare came true. I felt a presence near by or maybe even in front of me. My eyes meet with black converse that looked all wrinkled and worn out. I lifted my head up slowly to meet with orange googles. His face was covered in guilt and so was his clothes. My anger rose and took control of my body. I narrowed my eyes and stood up to reach the killers height. My fist tightened and I swiftly attacked him with all I had. He, in shock held me back with the strength he had. "You... Murder! How could you have no heart?! Why do you do this?! For fun? For revenge? For your own demands?!" I yelled out using the oxygen in my lungs. He never spoke nor answered any of my questions that I so desired to be answered.

He overpowered me in minutes and was now on top of the hopeless me. I saw him twitch and I rose a brow. He seemed familiar in a way and I could sense that we've met somewhere before. "Hitting me is useless" he said and instantly with that voice he spoke I remembered everything. "Your numb to pain right?" I asked as his eyes widened a bit but enough for me to understand that he was now questioning how I knew. My arms extended out as I lifted my body in a curved position as my arms wrapped around his waist, in a way I pitted him but at the same time had a grudge against him.

He twitched and I smiled. "You know.. I still won't forgive you" I heard him chuckle quietly which made me feel satisfied yet I snapped out of it when I heard the police come running out of their cars. The guy stood up and crawled out the window in a rush, running towards the woods. The police came stomping in my moms room and some surrounded me asking me all sorts of questions such as what happen? Or did I see the killer? But all that was on my mind was that this room was unpleasant yet it stored precious memories to me.

I didn't talk the whole time while they drove me away into the station. My heart darkened and the only person who didn't really care about money had died. The police kept me seated and asked me so many questions I could care less about. But I answered them all with lies. My dad soon came in awhile after wondering on about how his daughter was doing. But me on the other hand knew he only needed me for a career. Days passed and I didn't have nightmares for a month. I was kind of disappointed but the thing that made me feel worse was that I wasn't able to live there anymore.

My dad decided to move away from the murders forever and to his surprise he found somewhere better. But of course every day my moms date of birth and death we would come to visit her. Which always reminded me of that day. I would never forget the pity and hatred I felt that day.

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Y/N means Your Name : just a reminder or if you never knew that