Tobys point of view:
It all started on that dreadful day of the car accident, my dad got drunk and beat us. I felt useless, vulnerable my sister was dead, my dad was a drunken ass hole, and i could do nothing about it. I was suppose to protect my family, but all i could do is watch as my dad, no that monster, threw punches and kicks at me and my mother.
One night he wasn't home, i figured he went to the bar and my mother was at work so i was home alone. Most people would find this a relief, it was the scariest thing for me to be alone with myself and all my fucked up thoughts. " kill your self itll help everyone" that one i heard the most, the only way to suppress the voices was to take that monsters razor, and run it across my skin. With every drop of blood i felt happier, it was kinda my way of getting high i guess you could say. So i did just that i went into my room, took out a book that i kept my blade in, and ran it across my skin, but once never helped, so i cut deeper and deeper into my wrist, one more time and i was for sure gonna pass out. I ran to the bathroom and washed off my newly damaged flesh, then wrapped it with a bandage i found under the sink. "Better" i said with a smirk. Now i know what youre thinking, why would you cut when you cant feel pain. Well i like to see the blood rush out of my veins and onto the floor. Simple as that, its calming to me.
I woke up to the sound of glass shattering, i jumped out of bed and ran down stairs. "Great fuck heads back." i whispered to myself and he seemed to hear me, fuck " what the fuck did you just call me you faggot?!!" he said obviously wasted he was slering his words and had to hold onto the counter in order to stay up right.
" I called you a fuck head" i said snobbly, he bolted towards me, my mother screaming in the background for him to stop and that i was sorry l, but he payed no attention to her. I ran passed him into the kitchen and grabbed a knife, my sleeve rolled down and he saw my cuts. " hahahaha, you faggot, what are you gonna do cut your self? Hahahahahaha!" i pulled down my sleeve as fast as i could. He then launched at me, as i impailed the kitchen knife into his chest and something came over me. I stabbed him so many times he began to look like minced meat. That same smile crept on my face as his blood dripped on the floor. "better."
