Lolol I put this book on pause, if you were wondering. I was working on TC before I came back to this one. I do have to edit that one and fix all my nonsense in it. But! I'm working on this one now. So
Enjoy lol XOXO
-Harper_Lillie
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It was my second week of work. It was night time, after dinner, and I was just laying in my bed.
It was calm, quiet, and peaceful since I saw the three murderers in the woods.
What scared me the most was my paranoia. I keep hearing weird noises at night that sound like footsteps, I keep having this clenching feeling in my stomach, like something bad is going to happen.
I feel like something is going to happen. I dont know if it'll be my family, my friends, me, or Mykie, but I'm scared. Every second that passes I get even more paranoid whilst just laying in my bed.
I heard my closet door creak, and I heard the wind whisk my f/c curtains.
I felt a sudden heavy weight on my chest. A person.
My eyes flew open and a gloved hand swiftly covered my mouth.
"Hi," The boy said. I recognized him. The teen or young adult from the clearing.
He was staring at me intently, his eyes not being covered by his orange steampunk goggles. His eyes were hazel. A beautiful green-brown.
I could see him a lot better up close.
His skin is a lifeless blue-gray, yet he's alive and breathing. His hair was extremely fluffy and messy. A cute chestnut brown.
He honestly looked about eighteen or nineteen. Just an insane murderous young adult.
His neck popped violently.
"Tourettes.." I tried to mumble against the male's gloved hand but it came out more as, "Tur bets.." and that's not the same word.
The psycho male chuckled. His black and gray mouthguard moved just barely as he talked, "I g-guess you're-e wondering why I'm h-he-here," he ticked. "W-Well, you saw-w me and-d," his shoulder jerked, "m-my teammates-s or c-coworkers-s." His head flinched to the side twice as he finished talking.
"I'm here-e so you d-don't share-e!" The male cheered.
He leaned forward and rubbed my face with his thumb, "N-No s-screaming," I nodded frantically and he let go of my face.
"W-Who are you?" I immediately let slip from my mouth. The psycho boy chuckled again. His laugh was very unnerving.
The young adult sat at the foot of my bed as I sat up and curled slightly onto of my pillows.
Looking the boy over again, I noticed he had no blood covering him. At least he had the courtesy to be clean when he came to visit me in such an intruding way.
It being cold in Wisconsin, I was wearing sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt to bed. Good thing, because otherwise this intruder would be seeing me in just panties.
"T-The name-e is-s-s Toby E-Erin Rodgers-rs. More-e s-so known a-as T-Ticci Toby-y." The boy ticked as he introduced himself.
Toby. Toby Erin Rodgers.
The name immediately clicked in my head.
He was all over the news two years ago. He was a seventeen-year-old teen who had snapped and murdered his stepfather before lighting his own suburban home on fire with his mother still inside out in Michigan. His mother suffered serious injuries and after her trip to the hospital she sent out Amber Alerts for her missing son.
Yet for the police to find him, his mothers desperate calls for her son to come back home were unanswered. They've been unanswered for the last two years.
The young adult had been linked to many murders, due to little traces of his DNA being found in murder cases and his 'teammates' DNA being found too. There names being Timothy Wright and Brian Haight.
My mouth hung agape in surprise.
"O-Oh..." I whispered.
Toby's laughter rang out in the room with his ticking mixed in. My eyes widened and I frantically waved my hands.
"Shhh!" I hissed. Toby stopped ticking and tilted his head in confusion.
"W-Why? Nobody-y-y i-is home-e.." Toby said. I heard soft padding footsteps approaching my room.
I shoved Toby off the end of my bed and whispered, "Hide back in the closet!" Toby looked startled. "NOW!" I hissed quietly.
Toby quickly sprang up and hid in the closet, cloaked in the darkness.
The door croaked open with a drawn out squeal. I looked over to the door and saw Mykie clutching James in her arms.
"Sissy?" Mykie called to me. Mykie's vibrant green eyes glowed in the darkness as she spotted me.
"H-Hi Mykie.." I grinned at her. I awkwardly got up from the end of my bed and sat normally. I opened my arms for Mykie to jump into.
Mykie walked to me and jumped into my arms and hugged me happily and joyfully.
"Now why are you up so late little missy?" I said sternly to Mykie. Mykie frowned. "I-I was makin-ng tea for the-e monster un-under-r my bed-d! S-She wanted a cup-p-p of my s-sugar tea-a!" Mykie said.
I raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said she couldn't eat or drink?"
Mykie froze and bit her lip lightly.
I smiled and kissed her forehead. "You have school tomorrow, pip squeak. You can't be staying up this late." I said.
Mykie pouted and started whining. "B-But sissssssyyy," I shooed Mykie off to bed with a quick good night.
I shut the door to my bedroom and let out a sigh of relief.
"S-She's a c-cutie," Toby said.
I looked over to him. Toby was looking over his red-handled hatchet with a look of disinterest.
"Yeah. She's my little sister." I said to him.
Toby looked up from his hatchet and raised his eyebrows at me. "I-I didn't-t expect y-you to-o tell me-e-e a-anything-g." Toby said honestly.
I cracked a smile. "You were gonna get it from me eventually, voluntary or by force," I said.
"True-e." Toby said with a wink.
He flopped on my bed with no hesitation and I laughed.
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BEEN A WHILEEEE
I missed writing
I'll be writing this up-coming week, cuz it's spring break
Love you all!
-Harper_Lillie ❤
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