The long road home seemed to go on and on , The road continued streaching down infront of the car endlessly , The light that shown through the branches of the tall trees danced across the window in random patterns every once in a while shining in your eyes.The surroundings full of deep green trees forming a forest down the road.The only sound was the sound of the cars engine as it traveled down the path.It was a peaceful and let off a calm feeling.Althou the ride seemed like a nice one it lacked every form of NICE for both passengers.The middle aged woman behind the stearing wheel had neat short brown hair that fit her complextion quite well.She wore a green V-neck t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans,Diamond studded earings which hanged from each ear that partialy shown from behind her short brown hair.She had deep green eyes which where brought out by the color of her t-shirt and the light seemed to make them more noticable.There wasnt much significance to her aperance , She just looked like any average mother that you see on t.v shows and such,But one thing for sure made her differ from those average mothers,and that was the dark bags under her eyes.Her facial expression was gloomy and sad althou she generaly looked like someone who smiled a lot.She would sniffle every once in a while and occasionaly glance back in the rear view mirror to look back at her son in the back seat who was hunched over partialy.His arms heald tight around his chest , His head pressed against the cold window.
The boy lacked any normal aperance ,anyone could blandly see that there was something wrong with him,His messy brown hair went every which way and his pale almost gray skin was brought out by the luminecint lighting.His eyes where dark unlike his mothers and he wore a whit t-shirt and scrubbed pants that had been provided to him by the hospital.The clothes that he had worn befor where so shreadded and blood stained that they werent wearable anymore.The right side of his face bared a few cuts along with his split eyebrow.His right arm was bandaged up all the way to his shoulder which had been shreadded when his right side had been hit with the shattered glass.His injuries apeared to be painful when really he couldnt feel a thing,he never could feel.That was just one of the glories about being him, one of the many challenges he had to face growing up,growing up with a rare diseas which caused him to be compleatly numb twords Pain.Never before have he felt himself get hurt,He could have lost an arm and felt nothing,That and antoher major disorder that he faced was the one that deamed him many insulting nicknames in the short time that he attended grade school before he was moved to home school was his tret syndrome which caused him to tick and twitch in ways that he couldnt controle.He would crack his neck uncontrolably and twitch every once in a while.The kids would tease him and call him Ticcy Toby and mock him with exadurated twitching and laughing.It got so bad that he turned to home school.It was too hard for him to be in a common learning enviroment with other children seemingly poking ..... well more like stabbing fun at him.
Toby stared blankly out the window,His face was empty of any depictabl emotion and every few minutes his shoulder arm or leg would twitch.Every bump that car tires hit made his stomach turn.Toby Rogers was the boys name,And the last time Toby remembers riding in a car .......... Was when it crashed.
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