Painful Love:The sequel

Savior of the broken hearted

Toby's POV
Goodbye.
Pill by pill.
Bottle by bottle.
Gone.
Goodbye.
...
Forever

Masky's POV
I was downstairs with Hoodie on the couch, when we heard a large thump from upstairs. We looked above us.
"What the heck was that?" I asked confused.
"I don't know. It came from Toby's room I think." He said worriedly. We got up and walked to Toby's room. We didn't see him at first, until we saw him on the floor of his bathroom. All his pill bottles were empty and his head was bleeding from what I think was he slipped and hit his head on the counter. He was barely breathing. I honestly don't care if he dies anymore. But Hoodie seemed really worried. He picked up Toby bridle style and went running out of the room. I walked after him until we made it to Dr. Smile. He answered the door and looked down at Toby. His eyes widened as he opened the door wider, allowing us to come in. Hoodie placed him on the bed and Smile made us leave. We walked to the living room and waited.
"I'm so worried Masky!" Hoodie said as he started to cry, which surprised me.
"Why?" I asked. He looked confused.
"He's our friend and family! I don't want him to die!" He yelled as more tears fell down his face. I hugged him.
"I'm sure he'll be alright. He probably just slipped while in the bathroom and hit his head." I said, though in the back of my mind... I thought he over dosed on his medication to kill himself...
-time skip-
It's dinner now and there's been no word on how Toby's doing. We all sat at the dinner table as Smilie came in helping a dizzy looking Toby. Smilie helped Toby to his seat and left to go to his seat. Toby looked kinda out of it and looked a little tired.
"You ok Toby?" Jeff asked and Toby didn't answer.
"He's a little out of it right now. I found traces of different medical drugs in his system. I'm guessing he took to many and passed out. I was able to help him." Smilie said as he continued to eat.
"Why the fuck, would you do that?" Toby said as he swayed a little.
"I did it on purpose. I'm such a fuck up that I can't even kill myself without failing. Fuck me." Toby said angrily as he rubbed his eyes.
"You don't mean that Toby." BEN said worriedly.
"I just wanted someone to love me without leaving me. But that won't seem to ever happen." Toby whispered a she hugged his knees  to his chest. I still don't feel bad...
He's faking it...
He can't feel...
No, h-he can't feel.
Yeah, he can't feel so he doesn't care. The rest of dinner was silent except for Toby's occasional tics. Stupid tics are so annoying. I used to think they were cute. But not anymore.
But he doesn't care about that.
He can't feel...
Or can he?
Toby's POV
I can't believe they fucking saved me. I JUST WANT TO DIE ALREADY! I left the table and went to my room to cut.

After I cut myself up pretty badly, I laid on my bed. I cried and cried, hoping that I would fall asleep. But to my dismay, I couldn't fall asleep at all. My eyes were closed, but I heard someone enter the room. They walked over and sat in the chair next to my bed. The stared intently at me as I pretended I was asleep. They moved the hair out of my face.
"Why do I feel so guilty? You can't feel. You don't care. You can't be heart broken. You just can't be. I don't understand. If you can't feel, then why would people care? Do you feel? You can't. It's impossible. Are you really heartbroken? I didn't realize that you sacrificed so much, just to make me happy. You gave up your happiness... for me. Why though? Did you still love me? If you still love me, then why did you let me leave you so easily?" Masky asked as he stared at me. I opened my eyes.
"Because I wanted the one person who loved me to be happy. I let you leave me because I knew you would be happier without a fuck up like me. I gave up my happiness because there was only a little left. You were the only thing that made me happy. I do feel. And I love you enough to let you be happy, and I was willingly to let go of the little happiness I had left. Because I love you. And I will always love you. Because you used to make me happy." I said as a tear slid down my face. Masky got up and left. I frowned, knowing he doesn't care about me at all. I laid down on my bed when I felt something weird in the back of my throat. I coughed it up but ended up throw up... blood. A lot of it. I laid back down, to weak to even move. I threw up blood again about an hour later. I rolled to the floor with a thump. I'm just gonna stay here.
-time skip-
It's been about 4 days. Occasionally I throw up blood but I don't even bother getting up to go to the bathroom. There's blood all over my room and dried blood on my lips. I heard a knock at my door and I stood up in anger. I didn't fell like talking. I opened the door to find basically everyone except Slender standing there. They gasped.
"What the fuck do you want?" I asked while tears built up in my eyes.
"T-Toby? What happened?" Clockwork asked as Dr. Smilie pushed through the crowd.
"Looks like he's malnourished. He needs to eat." Smilie stated a matter of factly.
I stuck up my middle finger. I've never done that before and everyone seemed surprised. I turned away from them and walked to my window. I opened the window and slid out quickly. I made it to the roof and looked over at the dark forest in front of me. Why would someone joke around with someone else about love? Played my heart like strings on a guitar. Only to be cut and crushed. Why am I always he one who ends up depressed? I'm the one who ends up broken. Why though...?

You can't break a heart that's not beating...