remember me // ticci toby

Chapter 15

Toby's POV

Do you ever wonder what it's like to wake up and wish everything was normal? Your parents, a perfect couple? Your siblings, healthy and alive?

Then you remember that's not your fate. You were meant to have an alcoholic father, a door mat of a mother, and a supportive sister who was handed over to death. All too early.

You have multiple wishes of what your perfect reality would look like...

My reality: a killer and a friend.

Or, at least I used to be a friend. Let me tell you a story.

I want you to imagine a little boy, around the age of... let's say... five years old. His diseases and syndromes not yet an issue. Despite this, he was alone. And sad.

It all changed when she arrived.

It was a cloudy, decrepit day. If you can describe a day as decrepit. It was just you, and your mother, on the bench, her arm around her sober husband.

The couple smiled sadly at their little boy, hoping that one day, he'd get the friend he truly deserved. And that's when she arrived.

She was no older than him, perhaps a little younger. Her shirt had a flower on it, and her (h/c) hair rested shoulder length in a bit of a mess.

Skipping over to him, she smiled and stuck her hand out enthusiastically.

"Hi! My name is (y/n)! What's yours?"

That was the day his life changed forever. For better and for worse. Little did he know, his father would later come home drunk with another woman on his arm. That's where it all began. For the next few years, his best friend and him did everything together. She never went to his house. And she didn't ask questions.

If you're wondering or you haven't figured it out, his name was Toby. Me.

In the mornings, I wake up to a mansion of people like me. Abandoned. Abused. Tormented. And it's not perfect, but it's my reality.

Like I said, there are some realities that people have. It's easy to envy those realities. I could look into a window, a family of four, laughing together at the table, passing food around and telling stories about their days.

Appearances aren't everything, but sometimes it's better to fake it instead of showing the outside who you truly are.

This is my life.