My name is Mellony. I don't remember my last name..or much of my parents. I was left at The Black Water Asylum in Washington at the age of four. I only know bits and pieces of my childhood. After Toby came along..everything is kind of a blur. My dreams are the only things that bring back those pieces. I remember my first dream, when my parents really started to worry. I said I "saw" the tooth fairy. I described to them that it didn't have wings, but a metal claw sliced into a corps that carried it around and that the reason it wanted people's teethe was to replace it's own that had rotted out of it's face. my parents looked in shock, took a deep breathe and assured me it was only a nightmare.
When I was left at the asylum the entire staff searched weeks, months, to a whole year for my parents, or at least to figure out who they were. I wasn't sure what to think of them being gone..they were always pretty distant. After a few days the nurses discovered why they had left me there in the first place..Toby. Toby is my best friend, that only I can see. To me Toby was a completely normal part of any child's life. The funny thing is, I'm now twenty six years old. I can see myself deteriorating. I'm still in here..but I'm not the only one in here. I've been trapped in my own body by another me and I'm just a conscience of myself that can never be heard. As this sickness grows I weaken, and Toby grows nastier filled with more hatred and is the most evil thing to ever be put in someone's imagination.
When I first told my parents of Toby they were frightened. Toby was their neighbor's son that had died two days before I was born. They assumed it was a coincidence until Toby started telling me to do things. Things like stomping my mothers garden, to boiling our goldfish, to even stabbing our house cat Dina with the back part of a hammer. The asylum didn't put up with my behavior for long. After six weeks; I was strapped into a jacket and shoved into a padded room. No windows, pictures, or light. They tried everything. Medication, to beatings, even shock therapy. All these things did nothing but make me more vicious. Until the day I got my lobotomy. This made me so much worse. The first few days of my recovery were the worst. I was foaming out the mouth and even speaking bits of languages I didn't even know. after my recovery I hallucinated more than normal. Instead of seeing laundry; I saw piles of dead bodies, and I was terrified of the staff because they looked like they had been turned inside out.
After a while I got used to these this and everything went back to normal. After sixteen years of living here, Black Water was being shut down. Everything was being packed, people where harshly shoved into trucks, and were shipped off to a town six hours away from Bellingham. Things were quiet. Too quiet. I sat and stared at the crusted blood spots on my the cold concrete floor. Dr. Honze hadn't come to give me my shots, Jennifer hadn't given me my food. Things were this way for 4 days until I had realized they abandoned me. Again, I was abandoned by someone. except this time, there's nothing I could do. After nonstop struggling to get out of the tight jacket; Toby persuaded me to just give up. I realized the fact I was gonna die here. For days I didn't eat or sleep. It was the first time I had really felt pain. Emotional pain. I prayed, I cried. It was hard to grasp the fact I was just going to waste away. My body, my life meant nothing to anybody. Maybe that's why they left, I'm a waste of space that nobody needs. Toby sat and hummed a tune from a show I watched when I was young and was ripping legs off of a spider he caught. I felt so desperate and alone. I felt my eyes swell, and my head throbbed from holding back the tears. I watched Toby's grey dead hands rip each squirming leg off the black arachnid and just sobbed into a deep sleep I hoped I'd never awake from.
