Toby's POV
They released me from the hospital later after what seemed like an endless 3 days of recovery. I sat in the car with my mom as we drive home in silence. As I walked quietly to the door, my father burst out, walking drunkenly, with a woman around his arm.
"He shouldn't be out at this time. He's only 16."
"I'm 17."
"WHATEVER!"
I rolled my eyes and shoved past my excuse of a father.
I ran up to my room, casually biting my fingers as I walked up the stairs towards my room. I was so tired, so I crashed on my bed.
I walked to the mirror.
All that surrounded me was black.
I saw a figure appear in the mirror.
What was there made me cringe in fear.
It was Lyra.
Her jaw mangled, her skin torn and bloody, dangling from her face. Her eyes were rolled back showing only white. Her once soft blonde hair was now a tangled mess of locks.
She lunged at me.
Third Person POV
Toby woke up with a startled scream. His father screamed "SHUT UP!" from downstairs.
Your POV
I sat on my bed, using my phone, scrolling down on my Instagram feed to keep my mind off of everything. I stood up and walked downstairs, grabbing a bowl of cereal and turning on the TV. I watched (fave TV show) and eventually fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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remember me // ticci toby
FanfictionTicci Toby x Reader Memories fade all the time. When a choice must be made, will you remember everything from the past? (this is from 2015, not my best work but enjoy anyway)
