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Chapter 10

"No! She isn't dead, Riley! She'll be just fine! She will make it through this because she's been in and out of the hospital with her cuts!" I yell in response.

"Toby, Toby, Toby, Toby," I heard Connor say. My eyes shot open and I was laying in bed.

"It was just a dream," I said breathlessly. But was Joy a dream too? I thought. I was instantly ready to see if she was. I check my phone and look through my photos.

"She's not real," I whispered. I covered my mouth and cried. "But I need her," I sobbed. I got on Twitter. Connor was long gone and it felt nice.

I send a Tweet saying "I think I love you more than you realize." A bunch of people asked if they were song lyrics, and who were they to?

I thought Joy, where you in this dirty little trick?

I don't like how Joy made me feel, Joy made me feel amazing.

I got up slowly, feeling every vertebrae in my back.

I got in the shower and started thinking, maybe if I asked Riley, maybe they're secretly watching her at the hospital? I hope she's okay, if she is even real, that is. I hope she is real because she means so much to me. I love her so much, it's crazy. She's so beautiful, skinny, caring, kind, perfect. I wish she could be with me, just for twenty four hours, just for one thousand, four hundred forty minutes, eighty-six ten thousand, four hundred seconds. All equaling up to a day. Joy was like my own little world.. Maybe she actually was. Maybe that's why she's perfect, she's my imagination.

I hope she isn't, I continued but ended up singing our duet song.

"I thought dreams belonged to other men... 'cause each time we get close, they'd fall apart again-" I was cut off by the cold water beating down my bare back. I finished up my shower and got out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around me and went to my room. I put on a white tee and dark black skinny jeans. I felt warmth with my clothes on and started making a Tweet "My dreams are literally perfect."

I suddenly got a call from a unknown number and decided to answer it.

"T-Toby! Help me!" Joy yells taking multiple breaths.

"What's wrong?" I ask as I start dashing for my laptop, for plane tickets. I knew she was real, I thought.

"My mom just left to go get things to kill me! Toby! You need to help me!" Joy cried. She sobbed.

"I-I'm finding plane tickets! I don't know what else to do!" I said as I felt tears in my eyes.

"Toby... then just don't waste your money. I love you, forever. She's not going to stop until she kills me," Joy said.

"But I-" I started but she interrupted.

"Just find out the police line where I live," Joy said. "Then I might be able to stay with you... forever," Joy said with a hint of happiness. Then it all changed when I hear her scream. "AHHH! SOMEONE HELP!" Joy screamed. It was literally tearing my heart apart. I hit mute to silent myself on the other line as I type in the 9-1-1 number for her address that I found.

"Hello, 9-1-1. How may I assist you?" a woman said.

"My friend lives in that area and her mother is going to kill her!" I started crying as I said that.

"What's her name?" she asks.

"Joy Brianna Zitney," I let it roll off my tongue beautifully.

"Okay, I found her address. Do you know if she needs medical attention?" she asks.

Wow, you're real smart, I thought. "Yes," I said.

"Okay, thank you sir. You may have a call back for questions," she said before handing up.

I sigh as I listen to her moans, screams, etc. It was very... saddening. After all the pain being heard, I heard sirens. I heard another moan, a deep, hurtful moan. It was different from the others, then she coughed twice. Not another sound except for the sirens...