Toxic Love, A Tale of Ticcimask.

Prologue

*POSSIBLE TRIGGERS!
•Schizophrenia, panic attack.*
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I ran through the forest, the distant sound of gunshots and sirens slowly fading away into nothing. Of course, I know that I have to keep running. Just because I can't hear them, doesn't mean that they're not following me. This sudden thought causes my anxiety to rise and it makes me sprint.
For having just murdered my father and being within a thirty-foot radius of my house, I am strangely terrified of other people. I don't know why it's just that I get super nervous around them. If there are more than three people in a room with me, I either start to chew on my nails/fingers or on the inside of my cheek. I know for a fact that these habits are far from healthy, this can be proven by the small hole on my left cheek that was created by me accidentally ripping the skin with my teeth.
At the moment I am trying to fit my tongue in the hole, that is another bad habit of mine. My mother used to scold me for it, Lyra probably would've too if she was still alive. The thoughts of my dead sister cause my pace to slow down a bit. My chest tightening at the feeling of unshed tears making their way to my eyes.
No. You cant do this now!
Get running, Twitch!
She's gone.
Never to return.
It's your fault.
You saw the car.
She died for you.
No she died because of you.
Your fault! Your fault! Yourf ault! Yourfaultyourfaultyourfault!
A L L Y O U R F A U L T!
I scream in outrage as I start to run faster, clamping my eyes shut while doing so.
  I can feel something glide against my skin before hitting my mouthguard.
Stop crying you dumb shit.
  Crybaby
  Loser
  Loner
  Bitch
  Cunt
  Weak
  If only Lyra could see you now!
  Please... STOP
  YOUR FAULT TWITCH
  CAN'T EVEN ADMIT IT!
  NO! Please, stop!
  TWITCHY TRICKY TICCI TOBY!
  I feel myself fall as those words run through my head.
TWITCHYTRICKYTICCITOBYTWITCHYTRICKYTICCITOBY-
  I curl up into a little ball, digging my back into the hard bark of the tree behind me as I start to cry, the words repeating in my head over and over and over. Until it's all I can hear.
  By now, the voices don't even seem to be in my head. They sound as if they're all around me, like there's a circle of people just chanting those words while staring at me. Their "eyes" just boring into my skin, making me feel small and unsafe underneath their gaze.
  Slowly, it becomes too much. I feel my limbs slowly get heavier, I feel my hands start to slip from my ears, I feel my eyelids start to droop. Then I'm falling.. Falling..... Falling......
  I barely register my head hitting the grass. I barely register the sound of approaching footsteps. I barely register the blurry figure of a man step in front of me.
  .......... Strange......... What kind of a man is completely white?
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Why did I post this? Well, my other story needs a fight scene that I can't write. I hope you enjoyed this small chapter. This book might have really short chapters so I can update it more. Bye. Who knows when I'll update it next.