remember me // ticci toby

Chapter 8

Toby's POV

The static in my ears grew more and more everyday. It was driving me to insanity and I couldn't take it anymore. It's like a presence that just won't leave me alone.

Suddenly, this uncontrollable feeling came over me. It wasn't something I would ever imagine normally feeling, but it was there. A growing desire to see my father dead. I didn't feel like I was controlling myself. It was as if I was the puppet and something else was the puppeteer. I walked downstairs and grabbed a kitchen knife and an ever growing grin on my face. My father was asleep on the couch, and the TV was a bright light in the darkness.

And that's when I snapped.

I couldn't control the laughter.
My father's eyes snapped open and he looked at me both angrily and confused.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! If you keep laughing like that you'll get what you deserve you insulent piece of sh!t!"

I lunged at my father, knife in hand, and stabbed straight at his heart. The knife pierced his skin and blood poured out of his wound. The smell of metal filled the air. I looked down, and my father was surrounded by a crimson pool of blood.

He has no pulse.

I held the side of my face and continued to laugh until I was interrupted.

My mother screeched in fear and looked at me as if I had killed someone.
Because I did.

Not knowing what to do, I ran outside grabbing a new orange hatchet from the garage and an old wooden one. I quickly picked up a can of gas and a lighter. I ran outside, spreading the gas everywhere. I slowly flicked the lighter open and dropped it to the ground. It happened in slow motion.

Before I knew it, I was surrounded by flames.
I ran to the edge of the forest, not quite knowing what to do now. I knew this was my end.

But it wasn't.
A cold, pale hand rested on my shoulder.

All I could see was black.