Love is a Bomb Ticci Toby x Male reader (Discontinued)

Chapter 1- Hell starts

2nd Person P.O.V

It was the last day of summer vacation. And school was right around the corner. Literally. Being at home was already bad,but now that school was starting,it was gonna be soooooo much worse. Covering the bruises everyday was going to be hard and the gashes on your arms.

Your parents......weren't the best. They caused the bruises and some small gashes. You cut to release some internal turmoil. You sigh as you put some clothes in a neat pile on your bed and grab a towel to take a shower. Since your bathroom was connected to your room,you locked your room door and left the bathroom door open. You undress and step in the shower,but you felt,uncomfortable,as if someone was watching you. You shake off that feeling and finish showering.

Tying the towel around your waist,you dry your hair with a different towel. You checked the window and made sure it was locked. You had two different things to cover your window,those sturdy plastic type window covers, and regular curtains. You closed both of them, being very careful not to make too much noise.

You dress and go back to the bathroom. You pull out bandages from the drawer,and started to wrap the cuts on your arms,you put the rest away after cutting off the excess. You brush your teeth,looking around once in a while. When you finish the rest of your night routine, you go into your bed and go on your phone. The uneasy feeling in the back of your mind. Feeling tired, you plug in your phone and doze off.

The next morning

You wake up and look over to your half dead alarm clock. 5:30 am. You got up and started your morning routine, you had the same feeling of being watched like yesterday, you look around, but don't see anything. You grab clean outdoor clothes and grab your phone. You get a towel and head into the bathroom to start off with a cold shower. When you were finished you stepped out and looked at where you last remembered where the towel was, the sink, but it was now on the floor. You brush it off as a normal slow slide, pick up the towel, and wrap it around yourself.

You dress, redo the bandages, and grab all your stuff. You stuff your phone in your pocket. Instead of walking out the door normally, you quickly opened the door, locked it behind you,and stealthily dashed down the stairs and towards the door. *crash* An empty liquor bottle flies past you and hits the door. You turn to face who threw it at you. It was the woman that birthed you 15 years ago. "What a pleasant surprise," you sigh. You took your umbrella out and opened it up, facing it towards the crazy lady, supposedly your mother. You backed up slowly and quickly swung the door open, closing your umbrella while doing so. You stepped outside and closed the door swiftly. You put away the retractable umbrella and started walking around the block to the school gates. You stand in front of the doors, waiting for them to open.

Thirty minutes later, a teacher opens the door and lets you in. You walk through the hallways to your first class. Math. Oh how you dreaded going to the class, you liked the subject, but not the teacher. You met the teacher on the day you got your schedule, he was a rude, short, and a balding jerk. The last time you were measured was during the health exams last year, the measurements for you was 5,7. You are a sophomore now, and you were probably 5,9 . The teacher was probably 4,11 or 5 foot. You got in the classroom and sat in the very back corner, pulling out two notebooks, pencil, pen, and eraser. The teacher wasn't there yet, so you drew in the second notebook, sketching out lines,and erasing them when they were out of proportion. The feeling of being watched came back, and you looked up, still, no one was there. Then, as the clock hit 7:00, the teacher and three other students came in. One was sorta short, maybe 5,3, blonde hair, blue eyes, wore mostly green. The second person was taller, about 5,6, black messy hair, black eyes, wore a white hoodie, and black pants, he seemed more pale. The third one, oh lord, he seemed about 5,5, he had brown hair and eyes, he wore a black baggy shirt, baggy pants, and had bandages on the side on his mouth.

Other students piled in in the next 10 minutes, the three sat near or in the back,the brown haired one sat next to you,the other two sat in the next row from the back,right in front of you. Once the bell rang and everyone was settled, the teacher slammed the door shut and walked up to the front. "As all of you get you're notebooks open, I am Mr.Fern. I will be your math teacher until the end of the year or the end of the semester. He motions at the three to come up to the front, they stand up and walk up, the brown haired one cracks his neck while walking up casually.