Catching Dreams🎆🎉🎊

🖤 CHAPTER 1🖤

Hoodie's POV
I laid in my bed trying to sleep, but of course, Toby always woke me up. He either screamed in his sleep, ran to the bathroom stomping on the floor, poking me in my sleep, and so on. He's the most annoying person on earth compared to LAZARI. And that's saying something. In the morning, I was completely unaware of what time it was. I climbed out of bed and looked at my alarm clock, and saw it was only 1:07 A.M. "Shit. To early." I grumbled. Toby wasn't in his bed.

I walked downstairs and into the living room, but suddenly I heard a weird crying sound so I wandered into the kitchen. Toby was sitting in the floor, balled up, and sobbing. "Toby?" I whispered, being careful not to scare him. He looked up at me with tears just bubbling, daring to fall. "I-I had a-a d-d-dream w-where ever-y-one I k-k-knew di-died." He managed to spit out. I felt really bad for calling him annoying, but it was true he did wake me up from my sleep. I sighed. "Well, just stay down here for a few mins and have your little pity party, cause I'm not sleep depriving myself cause you wanna be a baby." I sneered. I walked out of the kitchen with the mixed feelings of regret, guilt, relief, and confused with why I said those cruel/true things to him. But at that point, I was just ready to kick him out the room and go to sleep. I mean, he can't even FEEL physical pain. But - maybe he does feel pain in his heart. Eh.

The next morning, I woke up expecting to see Toby, but he wasn't there. I shrugged and walked downstairs. Toby usually would've been eating his waffles at the table, but he wasn't there either. But then something caught my eye. The gray fabric of Toby's sweater was sticking out of the closet door. I walked over to check it out, but Sally beat me to it. "AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" She screamed as tears filled her eyes. She covered her mouth to block her terror filled screams as everyone ran over. Toby laid in the floor, with only his underwear and his over sized gray sweater, with cuts, blood, and gashes covering his entire body. I checked his wrist for a pulse, and there was one, but just barely. I picked him up and quickly ran him to Nurse Ann.

I sat in a chair next to Toby's hospital bed. Nurse Ann said he would be fine as long as I kept an eye on him, but I was still feeling guilty. I said those horrible things about him, and now he's close to death. I leaned over his beautiful pale face on last time. I softly pressed my lips against his. Tears streaming down my face, I still kissed him. I pulled away and turned to run out. "H-H-H-Hoodie??"