Fine. Ticci Toby X Sasha (my creepypasta OC)

"How are you"

"Fine"

"YOU KNOW WHAT WHATEVER. SHASHA MAY I HAVE DONE EVERYTHING IN MY POWER TO MAKE YOU HAPPY AND ALL I GET IS A FINE. YOU MAKE ME SO MAD SOMETIMES I COULD JUST...UGH" my dad screamed at me. He chucked a beer bottle at my head. I, having been in this situation many times before, dodge the bottle efortlessy. My dad gets frustrated at the miss and storms off, his shaggy hair falling into his eyes. I shrug it off and walk back up the stairs to my room. I plop on my messy bed and stare out the window.

"Maybe if I died he would stop drinking and doing drugs and would be a sober human being and a nice one at that." I laughed at myself.

My dad hasn't always been like this. When I was about 6 my mom was diegnosted with cancer. She fought it off but when I turned 10 it came back for round two and this time she lost. Me and my dad grieved for a while but instead of talking to be his daughter he started talking to beer bottles and joints. I slowly became depressed at my mom's fatality and my dad hitting rock bottom. And instead of talking to my dad I talked to knives and razors. Huh I guess like father like daughter then. Anyway I started cutting ... bad I constantly wore long sleeves. Since I didn't have any friends and the only ones who ever cared about me were either waist high in beer bottles or well dead. I knew my mom could see what I was doing and I was disappointed in myself but cutting made me so much better.

I looked at the time on my phone. 7:30. I grabbed my bag and keys while clutching my phone. I headed down the stairs. "Bye dad" he just rolled his eyes and took a sip of beer. I slammed the door behind me and got in my car. "Love you too" I sighed.

School was a blur. Pushing shoving and being beat is what my day consist of. When I got home my dad wasn't there. In some twisted way I was happy. I practicly skipped to my kitchen. I saw a peice of paper on the counter and my happiness got washed away.

Ran out of beer went to get some more may stop by the bar on the way back see you in a few

Love you,
Dad

"Maybe?" I asked aloud "more like Imma go hook up with some young chick see ya tomorow." I said in a deep voice as if to mock him. I giggled at the sad realty that I could guess that. I walked up to my room and placed my bag into my desk chair. I slumped over to my bay window and sat down. I stared out the window to the beautiful forest and mounting horizon. I grabbed a notebook from a nearby bin and a pencil from my desk next to it. I started to sketch the scene in front of me.

The sun had began to set and I could no longer see the trees to draw. I set my notebook next to me and swung my legs around and stood up. "My favorite part of the day" I whispered to myself while grabing my bag and a knife. I read a peice of paper aloud to myself. After each insult I had revived that day I wrote it down. I read 1 and would make 1 cut on my wrist after about an hour I counted my fresh cuts. "31 32 33 wow that's pretty low" I said while smiling a horrifying smile. "Oh what's this" I said as I grabbed a blue sticky note out of my bag. " How did this get here" I fliped the tiny peice of paper over and read the words on it.

You really have no place on this earth cancer took your mom and beer took your father it's only time before your next in the family to be consumed by something.

I stared at the tiny peice of paper horrified. My trembling hand covered my mouth so I wouldn't scream and hot tears rolled down my face. These things don't ever bother me this much. And the words themselves didn't it was the tiny fine print at the bottom that stabed through my heart with a knife and carved it from my being.

- love dad

I couldn't breath I was so horrified that my dad hated me so much that he wanted me dead. It was a sick feeling, but he was right.

"I'm done" I said through gritted teeth. I pushed my amber brown hair out of my eyes as I stood up. I grabbed a black hoodie and black skinny jeans from my closet. I quickly through them on. I stared at my self in the mirror and stared at my stomach, I lifted the hoodie and looked. I could see my ribs and if I pushed hard enough you could probley feel my spine. I put my hoodie down and sniffed as I held back tears. I grabed my knife and some black combat boots, slipped them on and walked out the door.

I walked through the woods. The wind blew gently through my hair as I walked further into the woods. After a while I pulled out my knife and stared at it. The moon had just come out and was gleaming of my knife. It gave it and erie look ... I loved it. I started cutting further into my wrist when I heard leaves behind me crunch. I froze and griped my knife I was scared but hoped whatever it was it would kill me so I didn't have to do it myself.

I turned around to see a young man about my age. He was taller then me but not by much. I had no words. He was in black pants sneakers and a green and gray hoodie. He had a green and black striped mask covering his mouth with orangeish goggles covering his eyes giving him a mad scientist look. I stared at him and he stared back. Eventually he said " what are you doing out here miss" his voice was so gentle yet rough.

For the first time in almost 5 years I ticked. I know that doesn't sound like a lot but when I was 5 I was diagnosed with Tourettes. Mine was quite sever but after my mom died and depression sank in, stupid comments like twitch and fidget would fly out of my dad's mouth. Eventually I learned to surpess them and they never really bothered me after that. But now that I was actually ticking it felt so good. But then the realty sank in that once again I was out here doing something I didn't want to do because of my dad. Wow.

Then he did something that made me feel even better. Slowly he sat beside me and took of his goggles and mask. But as he did he ticked and twitched and I was so mesmerized.

He blushed as I stared at him as he twitched away but I couldn't help it. I wasn't alone. I wanted to hug him and pour my heart out to this guy that I hadn't even known for 10 minutes.

Again wow.

He shuddered slightly and looked me in the eyes sending shivers down my spine "are you ok you look pretty beat up what happened to your..." His voiced trailed off as he stared at my wrist while I was holding a knife.

I tugged my sleeve and put my knife in my pocket. "I'm fine" I said faking a smile

"Fine?" He repeted looking skeptical rubbing his hand over my wrist.

I pulled my hand away from his as I reasured him.

"Fine"

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Thank you so much for reading I'm planing on posting at least once a week let me know what you think so far and what I can improve.

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS MY FIRST FAN FIC AND I SUCK AT WRITEING SO BEWARE FOR SPELLING GRAMMER AND MANY OTHER MISTAKES INCLUDEING TRIGGERS LIKE SELF HARM AND WHAT NOT

Ps everything will be from sasha's point of view unless stated otherwise

anyway thank you for reading love you bye 💜💜💜