I am Not Alone

Chapter 3

Your pov

     The walk to my house was long and boring. He wouldn't talk to me he just stared ahead of him not even sparing a glance at me. I took a few small glances at him every few minutes, but I wouldn't stare to long so he wouldn't catch me.

    Walking along the path to my house i'm gessing was getting on my nerves with just not talking at all. The silence kills me. So I break it.

   "W-whats y-your name?" Why the fuck did I ask that I already know his name! I just want to slap myself right now.

   Looking at me for a second then looling back ahead he answered. "T-ticci Toby." He answered simply with no emotion at all. His words were a little mumbled from his mouth gaurd, but eather way I could hear him. His ticking and the sound of bone cracks were rather loud.

   "My n-names y-y/n." I stuttered out. I really did hate my stuttering. Looking over I could see him not even acknowledging me.

    Sighing I look back ahead. The wind blew against the tree branches making the bend over alittle bit but not enough to break. The weird thing was that there was no sounds of any animals. It was dead silent in the forest. No birds chirping, no squirrels running around, no nothing. Absolutely nothing. The forest seemed dead like nothng has lived in it for a very long time.

   "T-toby w-were are a-all the a-animals?" I questioned. It wasn't really a important question I just wanted it to not be so dead silent.

   "There are none." He said simply...again. What is his problum? Does he not like to talk? Does he not like me? Does he think i'm ugly?

     Wait...

     Waaaaaaait...

    Did he just not stutter? How dis he do that? I do that ever time I talk even if its one word. Damn it. I suck a talking. I want to be able to not stutter as much.

   "Were here." I heard him say. In yet again in a monitone voice. Looking up I yet again look to see the shitty house I grew up in. It used to be a beautiful stunning brick house with wood on the edges of the windows, the grass used to be a bright green, flowers growing in the garden, but know its just moldy, the once bright green grass is now a yellow, the once beautiful bright colors of the flowers are now dead and finally the brick is slowly fading away.

    "C-can you s-stay o-out here w-while I go in?" I asked him. He didn't seem to mind my stuttering but I did. Looking over at him I see him thinking about it but he soon answers.

    "Yeah." He says once again in a monitone voice. Sighing, I start to walk to the back door of my hou- nope thats wrong its not my house it was my fathers house. So, walking up to my fathers house.

    The inside of the house was even worse. Blood was splatered over the walls, beer cans everywere, my fathers heart in a jar, and finally my fathers dead body lay on the ground with a open chest with blood all over him.

   It was a sight for sore eyes, well to me atleast. Walking over to the jar with my fathers heart on it, I pick it up and carry it up to my old room with me. I don't really have much to pack but I have to put the jar with the heart in it so Toby won't see it. I don't want him to think I am a freak who collects hearts.

   So, getting up to my room, I grabe a bag from my closet and set it on my old bed.

    Now lets get started.

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    Toby was waiting patiently for you to get your stuff packed and come out. He knew not of why you didn't want him to help you pack, but he will not bug you about it. So, he just waited patiently. He did want to get to know you but he didn't really want to talk becaus of his stuttering and that was what your problem seemed to be because when you would talk you seemed hesitant to talk.

   But not only did he notice that but you were twitching more and you were giving him small glances every few minutes.He should know because he twitched more when he was eather angry, nervous or scared. Well, you seemed to be nervous to him. But it could just be his imagination.

   When he started to fell a cold air of wind hit him he knew that he would have to go get you if you didn't hurry up. He was a really patient man but sometimes he can be very impatient and that time is know.

   So when he saw you coming out of the old house he sighed in relief.

  "Come on." Toby said camly and started to walk back to the mansion.

   Well this is going to be a long walk.

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