Ticci Toby x Reader

Chapter 20

I woke up in my old room and just looked around. I remembered what happened the other day and put my head down. I heard a knock on my door. I got up to let them in and when I opened it Joe was standing there looking at me. I slammed the door shut and locked it. I was in no mood to talk to him after what he did to me.

Joe started to walk away. Then his footsteps got loud like he was running and he started to bang on my door. I backed away from the door and went over to my window and climbed out to the roof. I head him yelling for me to open to door. I wasn't sure what got into him but he was reminding me of my parents before the died.

I pulled my knees into my chest and put my head in my knees. I felt a cold chill and I picked up my head for some reason. What I saw was my old home. Before I joined the Creepypastas. I stood up slowly. Was all that a dream? The last few years were those all just something I imagined while I was locked down here?

I heard the door opened and someone walking down the stairs. I slowly turned around when the footsteps came to a halt. My dad was looking at me. He had the exact same look in his eyes. Those eyes that looked so cold and emotionless.

My dad wasn't always like that. When I was first born and when I was a little girl he was very kind and loving. Then my mom got pregnant again with a baby boy. We were on our way to a doctors appointment for my mom. My doll fell between the seats and my dad went to reach for it because I was crying. When he got it he handed it to me but he didn't see the car that was coming towards us. The car hit us head-on. Almost everyone made it out alive. My unborn brother didn't make it. When the car hit the airbag came out and hit my mom right in the stomach. She was due in a week so she went into labor right there.

When he was born, he was a stillbirth. The doctor said that the airbag crushed him when it hit her. About a month later I was let out of the hospital. I had to stay because of my injuries. When I was picked up my mother didn't say anything to me. My father was the one who came to visit me. She never came to see me. My father was also the one to come in to get me out of the hospital. My mother sat in our new car and just glared at me. That was when they started to get abusive. My father was always drunk after that and my mother was always blaming me about my brother and beating me.

He looked at me and threw a small piece of bread on the floor for me. I waited until he left and slowly walked over to it. I picked it up and walked back over to my corner. I sat back down and kept the bread by me. The door opened again but this time it wasn't my dad. It was my mother. I looked at her in horror. I pushed myself against the wall and just stared at her. She walked up to me and pulled me to my feet. She was saying something but I couldn't hear it. That's when I realized that this was the dream or a flashback of some sort. She pulled a whip off of the wall and walked over to me. When she pulled her arm back I got up and ran. She brought it down so hard that it left a mark on the ground. She turned around with an evil look in her eyes.

I grabbed a knife that was on the table and drove it into her heart. She just glared at me as she lay there dying. I went upstairs and out the door not even worrying about my father. When I walked out my door it was so bright that I couldn't see anything. That was when I woke up. I threw myself back and looked around. I was still on the roof just like I was before. Only Joe's pounding had stopped. So I went back inside.