Broken (creepypasta)

The Beginning (Toby's POV all)

  

 I remember most things, things that I do not wish to remember. These thoughts are like ghosts, whispering in your ear, haunting you. They'll never stop until what you've done is over and forgiven. 

 I had stopped going to school because of the other kids. They would shout and scream and laugh, pointing fingers at the one and only me. They were like little toy trains, voices crashing over each other making an impact sounding like a chant of all of the passengers screams on those trains. It was weird, I was always treated differently, people would always give me sideways glances and some starting laughing and pointed slightly talking to the person beside them. Soon I isolated myself from the world a little bit growing self-conscious over all my looks especially my mouth.  

 I was starting to get homeschooled, but It wasn't any better. My mom was always at work so my dad always had to school me. I've always felt like he'd hate me, epically when it was just the two of us. He would start screaming and shouting in my face sometimes and was saying what I was, he had always told me that I was a nobody, just to give up,  that I'm not like the others. But the yelling sped up more while being schooled by him over time, it was like the brakes of a car screaming before hitting another car. Sometimes I would even get slapped of shoved into something, only twice I'd been punched by him and always said I ran into a wall because of the bruises he left on my face.  My sister Lyra still attended a public school not far from where we all lived, and she had a good time. Things were always good for her and I was happy about that. Something inside me always wanted to tell my sister or mom about what dad had done, but it was too quick words were filling the room and smiles were spreading, and I felt like I'd ruin that. 

 About halfway of the year my mom, Lyra, and I were going to a local grocery store to get milk. But before we all knew It, a car from the side speeding crashed into ours creating a loud crash with metal denting and pain ripping with a few metal pieces flying. The other car came to a halt soon as it reached contact with ours. Ours had flipped to the side because of all of the force that was gave in from the other car. The other car had the biggest impact on Lyra's side of the car that she was sitting in. Lyra had been in the passenger seat at the time and my mom was driving and I sat behind her. Blood was covering Lyra's seat, with some blood splattered on my mom's and I's seat. When I finally woke up I shouted at Lyra and my mom. My mom mumbled but Lyra was silent. I had only been ten years old at that time, so a bit panicked I undid my seatbelt and my body was forced to the side of the car that It had been flipped on. The sirens were screaming that they were coming and I slowly stood up a bit dizzy and could only stare at Lyra until my vision went blurry. Tears came from my eyes running down the cuts on my face, making them sting however I couldn't feel any pain because of congenital insensitivity to pain with anhidrotic. After everything was taken care of and everyone was out of the vehicles my mom and I was still alive but I couldn't say the same for Lyra. The other person driving the other car was injured badly but still alive and just needed to be hospitalized for about a day or two. My mom and I went to the hospital and they cleaned up the blood and cuts and then soon we were off on our way back home. 

Soon when my dad found out it all got worse for me. I was home with him almost all day now since Lyra wasn't there to come back home, now it was whenever my mom got home and sometimes it would be until midnight or one a.m when she arrived back home. I started to get more mad every day at everything he would do or say to me. Soon sadness was replaced with rage in a flash. But one day while my mom was up in her bedroom reading my dad mentioned something to me, something that any kid that was put in my place wouldn't want to ever hear.

( Oh wowie- I hope you all enjoy this so far. This is the first story I've written but eh-. Part two of the beginning will be out sometime next month or the end of this month.  And this is going to be mostly about Ticci Toby uwu. Well about 800 words uwu.  Whoospie- ByEeEeE -)