Behind Bruises [MH/ Creepypasta Story]

Daymare

Toby laid down on his bed and stared at the ceiling, he was shaking and at the urge of crying, but he knew to stay strong..He was just scared, speechless, and weak. He looked at the Rabbit that still laid on the ground of his room..man he hated that thing. It stared at him as he stared back with a glare. "..what" he spoke to the Rabbit, becoming delusional. It said nothing, it's black glass eyes staring at him. "Erm.." He grumbled and looked back up at the ceiling. A frown tugged at his lips as he shook rubbing his eyes..his...tired eyes.
He was honestly scared to sleep..nightmares were harsh this time of year...no sibling to keep him company..no mother to comfort him..just a father that uses him as a punching bag. Toby closed his eyes as he clinched his cover tightly, he was tired..and..kinda felt sick. He rolled onto his side and curled up hugging his pillow. "I wish you w-were here.." He mumbled to himself as then he fell asleep...into deep sleep. He fell Into dream state. He snored softly as the rain tapped against the window,and thunder rumbled softly outside, lighting striking not far after that.
:The dream:
It was raining...just like it was then, Toby was walking down a small side walk as all around him were people, staring at him, laughing, giggling, chuckling. He could feel all the eyes on him. He couldn't stand it, he had stopped in his tracks as then the scenery changed...a dark forest.. nothing but slim trees and small crows flying around him, thus was much more calm. He walked slowly through the forest as then static filled his ears. He held his head and fell down screaming..his own scream woke him up.
:reality:
Toby shot up from his bed holding his head and breathing heavily, he shook and hugged himself, dreams were never this bad, at least when he had his mother, or possibly sister. 'This needs to stop' he thought as he panicked to find his pills among the pockets. In a short minute he found them and clinched them tightly. The rain had stopped, but the thunder continued slowly. He shook but as then he calmed down.. the nightmare faded in his mind as he opened the cap of his pills taking two and closing it back, he leaned over the bed and slid them under and far by the wall. He leaned up and curled up again hurrying his face between his arms...after that he dozed off, thus time it was just peacefully and clam.
Morning soon came along as he heard yelling from downstairs..the voice of his father yelling to what sounded like the phone, one question running through his mind was..'who was he talking to?' He slowly sat up rubbing his eyes as he slung the cover off himself. Toby stepped onto his room carpet and headed towards the door..He put his hand on the handle and opened it to a crack and peeked through..though he couldn't see nothing but a hallway, he could hear a whole lot better.