Tics and Twitches Hoodie x TicciToby

"Happy" Days

Toby's POV
I swear everybody is oblivious. They don't here my cries at night. Or my screaming. They think I can't feel, I can't feel pain, but I can feel emotional pain. Everyone makes fun of me and the voices want me to die. I have many secrets that I haven't told anyone except Slender. I cut myself at night, while I cry myself to sleep. I chew on my hands so hard that the flesh comes off, but I don't eat it, I just spit it out. The voices have been out of control and I can barely even hear. My nightmares have been getting worse and I don't think in can hold on any longer. I haven't eaten in 4 days and I throw up blood. But, I can put on a fake smile and act like I'm ok, when I reality... I'm dying from the inside out. No one has even noticed my screams at night, or that I haven't eaten. My whole life, I had a struggle to eat. Right now I'm anorexic and I don't think anyone knows, except for Dr. Smilie.
I woke up from yet another unbearable nightmare, and went into the bathroom to take a shower. I looked at the mirror to see the disgusting figure in front of me. Problem is, the figure was me. I sighed and turned on the shower. I took a shower and finally got out. I got dressed in grey sweats and a black t-shirt. I looked at all the cuts on my arms, but I was to lazy to try and cover the self inflicted scars. I sighed and walked down stairs after putting on my goggles and mouth guard. I don't like when people see my ugly face. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Everyone was already on the dining room eating. I didn't get anything for breakfast and I went straight into the dining room. I walked slowly as everyone stared at me. I gave a fake smile and walked to my seat. I sat next to Hoodie and Masky, with Dr. Smile in front.
"Toby, if you want to get better, you have to eat." Smilie said.
"What do you mean, get better?" Hoodie asked.
"You guys didn't know? Toby is anorexic." Smilie said.
"Smilie! Shut up! I didn't want them to know!" I yelled. I was on the verge of tears, cause I'm just a cry baby.
"Toby! Why didn't you want us to know?!" Hoodie asked. Everyone started to talk at once and I hate loud noises. The voices chanting starters getting louder.
'Freak'
'Cry baby'
'Loser'
'Die bitch!'
'Slut!'
'Whore!'
'Stab yourself!'
Everything became to much. Everyone's voices started getting louder and I couldn't take it anymore.
"SHUT UP! I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE!" I cried out. I held my head in my hands and screamed and cried. Everyone ran over to me. I just screamed more, as the scene of my sisters death, and all the bully's run through my head. My dads terrible beatings and rape sessions, are vivid in my head. My sisters screams in pain as the truck ran into us and crushed her body ring through my ears. Smilie came over to me with a huge shot, I screamed even more, as he put the shot in my arm. It didn't hurt, but I was scared. I calmed down a bit, but fresh tears still rolled down my face. Everton eloped down at me with worry.
"Toby, what the heck happened?" Masky asked.
"You people are so oblivious! I'm dying on the inside and you people don't notice. You don't notice my screams at night, or my constant crying. You don't notice my self inflicted scars, or my chewed up bloody fingers. You didn't notice that I haven't eaten in 4 days and the I am anorexic. You don't know my pain. You can't hear them. Their constant chanting in my head. I WANT TO DIE DAMMIT!!! I DON'T WANT  TO BE HERE ANYMORE WITH THEM!!" I yelled. Tears started going down my face as I gripped my hair tighter.
"Toby! Calm down, who's them?" Hoodie ask.
"The voices in my head. They tell me what a loser I am. And that I should kill myself. They tell me I'm a freak, a loser, a whore, a slut, I'm stupid, and so much more. I had pills for them, but they don't work anymore. You guys don't know a fake smile when you see one, do you? Cause that's the only smile I've ever made. Fake. You dont think that your words hurt? Cause they do, a lot." I said sadly.
"but you can't fe-" Jeff started.
"I CAN SURE AS HELL FEEL EMOTIONAL PAIN JEFF!" I cut him off.
"fuck you.... I'm done with this shit. All I wanted was someone to love me, and care for me. I had someone, but now she's dead. And now I have no one. It's obvious that your people don't care." I said looking down
"Toby, we do care about you. If anything happened to you, we would care. We do love you Toby!" Hoodie said. I looked up at him and opened my arms, asking for a much needed hug. He chuckled and hugged me. It felt so good, to have someone hold me like Lyra did.
"I miss her." I said as a single tear fell down my face.
"I know buddy, but it'll get better." He said with a smile. I hope he's right.
"I'm kinda hungry. Can I have a waffle?" I asked happily. He chuckled.
"Sure Tobes!" He chirped. We walked into the kitchen and looked into the freezer. Hoodie got out the box.
"How many would you like?" He asked.
"Just one please!" I told him. He gave me a questionable look, but got out the one waffle and popped it in the toaster. We wait for 3 minutes and the toaster beeped. He got out some syrup and whipped cream and put it on the waffle. I got a fork and sat down at the dining room table. I slowly ate my waffle. It took like 30 minutes cause the voices kept distracting me. When I was done I put my dish in the sink and walked into the living room. I sat down next to Hoodie. I've always had a crush on him. He's very nice and friendly. But I think he likes Masky. Their always together no matter where they go. So I figured that they have a crush on each other.
Hoodies POV
After the whole fiasco this morning, I was sitting on the couch watching TV, when Toby came in and sat next to me. He's so cute. I have a huge crush on him, but I think he likes Masky. He's always annoying him and around him. But I love him. I think we were all surprised by what happened this morning. No one knew that Toby felt that way. We didn't know about any of the stuff he told us. Except for the nightmares. He doesn't get enough sleep. He will suddenly scream so loud, that it wakes up Slender, we don't bother getting up because it happened the first day he got here. I didn't realize that he wanted someone there to help him and calm him down. I feel so bad for him. His past was worse than anyone else's in the house. I don't know why anyone would want to hurt such a cute, innocent kid. Jerks.