TicciMask (incomplete and abandoned)

Toby part 2

Having Tim break into my house made me extremely paranoid every day. Also the fact that a tall man in a suit stood outside my window every night just watching me with those non existent eyes. My eyes scanned my room before I walked inside, pocket knife clutched in my bandaged hands. I checked every corner, behind all the doors and outside the window. Day by day I became worse. My memory would blot out at random moments. I would zone out more often then usual, days...weeks...months...hours..minutes blurred together into a giant ball of personal hell. I had been ignoring everyone and sitting alone in my room talking to the voices in my head that told me the truth.

I was going insane.

I didn't want to believe it but it was starting to seem true. The silence rang in my ears as I sat in the middle of my room clutching my knife till my knuckles turned white. Tears flowed down my grey face as my vision turned fuzzy. With the little stability I had, I crawled to the window and instead of seeing the tall faceless man, I saw Tim...in his white mask and tan hoodie slowly walking closer to my window.

Then it all went black.

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A few weeks after the incident my dad started to abuse my mom and I worse then before. He would hit my mom so much she couldn't walk the next day. She tried to kick him out but cowered in fear as he hit her harder.

This night however...something was different.

I didn't feel like myself and the voices in my head were louder then ever. "Do it!" They chanted. "Kill him." They demanded as I watched my mom leave the room crying after being hit. They were so loud I couldn't block them out so I ran to my room and screamed as loud as I could into the pillow. They showed no sign of stopping. And when you can't beat them...

Join them.

I have no choice.

I snuck down the stairs ticking and twitching more then ever as I walked into the kitchen. The knife block on the counter was almost empty but I knew where mom kept her extras. I opened the drawer next to the fridge and took out a big chefs knife with a long sharpened blade and black handle. The knife seemed to fit perfectly into my hand, more then my pocket knife ever did. I crawled across the floor over to where my dad was seated and stood up behind him. That's all I remember because after that...I was never me again.

I killed my father.

I ran away.

I burned everything.

But somehow...I'm alive. And I'm still ready to kill more and more people.

And my name is...

Ticci Toby.