Hellllo~ So...I am new to writing storys on Wattpad...
Anyways...Enjoy!
Author's P.O.V
As the Sun was getting ready to say goodnight to the world, a flash of orange light lit the small neighborhood. Orange and red colors danced against the pavement up to the quirt house's one by one. A young looking boy was running around carrying a red plastic tub. A liquid was falling out of it. It glimmered aganist the dancing colors. He soon made a circle around him with the liquid. Sirens were ringing in the background. He took out a match and lit. Before throwing it down he closed his eyes and laughed. He said one last thing. "W-well look-s like thi-s is my e-end." He then threw the match down towards the pavement. A ring of red and orange erupted around him. He soon blacked out, in the arms of.....
Author: NOW! Let's go back a few weeks why dont we.(please dont kill meh)
A few weeks back
A unconscious boy was lying in a hospital bed.A middle aged woman seemed to be dozing off next to him. Her blonde hair resting over her tear stained face. She had her head resting against the young boys legs. The boy seemed to be “ticking” ever so slightly. Everything was peaceful until the boy sprang up gasping for air. The woman, startled, sat up looking for the cause of noise. Her eyes fell on the boy. She started to tear up. “T-toby..” She whispered loud enough to catch the attention of the young boy. He gazed over to the woman. “TOBY!” she yelled flinging herself on to him. The boy named Toby was startled but soon enough returned the hug with his own tears gliding down his cheeks.
“M-mom?” He questioned ticking softly in his mother's arms. “Yes sweetie?” She answered releasing Toby from her grasp. He met her eyes and asked “ Wher-e's Lyr-a?” His mother froze and tears were streaming down her cheeks. Not to long ago she got confirmanation that her daughter didn't make it after the accident. “Sweetie,” she began, “L-Lyra didn't make it.” She choked out. Toby just looked at her then laughed. The woman just stared at the boy. “Pleas-e say y-y-your joki-ng!” Toby managed to say as his laughter turned into unbearable sobs. “shhhhhh” the woman hushed him as she wrapped him in her arms again. The boy just cried into his mother's shoulder.
A few hours later…..
The ride home was unbearable for the young boy. Every turn made him tense. Every car that passed made him light headed. The mother avoided the road where the accident happened. After a long ride, the boy relaxed a little as the scenery grew more familiar. They soon entered a driveway connected to a crème colored house. The boy scoffed as he saw a all too familiar pickup in the garage. His mother gave him a look and then unlocked the doors. A middle aged man stumbled out the door of the house. Toby just scoffed again as his mother helped him out. “Connie,” the man started “ he's sixteen, he can walk by himself.” The woman looked up at him and said “He's seventeen.” She then proceeded to walk too the door of the house. As they passed by the man, Toby glared daggers into his eyes.
The man walked in after his wife. Toby pried himself off of his mother and went upstairs. He entered his room and wandered into a dark corner. He brought his knees to his chest. He then rested his head against the tip of his knees. He started to silently cry.
Toby's P.O.V
How much better can life get? First I wake up after a car accident, now I have a hole on the left side of my cheek, then my mom tells me that Lyra died, and know that fucking bastard is going to live with us again. I sat in the corner and cried, but to make it worse, my fucking voice's decided ‘hey let's make fuck tard feel worser’. And of course I couldn't stop them. I listened to their words….
‘Fucking twitch, it was your fault, if you would've just said no to the birthday surprise than she would still be alive!’
I listened to them for so long I didn't realize my mom come into my room to say dinner was ready. I got up and trudged down the stairs. I sat next to my ‘father’ and scoffed at him. I earned a glare from him. I just smirked as mom walked in with plates of food. I wasn't feeling hungry so I just picked at it. “Sweetie, are you not hungry?” Mom questioned. I shook my head. “Well, then” she paused “Go upstairs and try to get some rest ok?” I nodded and went back upstairs. I felt my ‘father's’ eyes boring into the back of my head as I scaled the ever so fateful stairs.
As I got into my room I got a nagging feeling to look out the window. I quietly walked towards the window. I then peeked out the curtains. I stood shocked at what I saw… A faceless creature in a suit was ‘staring’ up at me. Static filled my head. I closed my eyes and covered my ears. As soon as the static left I reopened my eyes to see that the creature disappeared. I felt drowsy. I can't remember what happened next but all I saw was something or someone carrying me to my bed. Then everything went black.
In the morning
I woke up in my bed. ‘Hmmm, I don't remember changing’ I thought as I got up. I noticed something off about my room. I looked around and saw something was on my dresser. I walked towards my dresser. I picked up a pair of goggles, they were tinted a orange. I set them down and picked up a mouthguard, it had a sinister smile on it. I shuddered a little. I set them down next to the goggles. I then picked up a...belt? I looked to of hold something… I didn't ponder much, I set it down next to the rest of the stuff. The last thing that was there was a hoodie… It was a beige color around the chest area, it had a darker beige color down the arms. There was stripes going down the arms. Lastly there was a blue hood connected to it by two buttons. I don't know where they came from…. BUT HEY! There cool as fuck! I opened a empty drawer in my dresser and placed them in there.
A walked downstairs after changing. “Good morning sleepyhead!” I heard my mom giggle. “H-huh?” I huffed. “It's already noon.” She said. ‘WAIT WHAT!’ I screamed in my head. I hummed in response. “You hungry?” Mom asked. I didn't feel hungry, but i nodded anyway. I sat down at the table and waited. I messed around with my bandaged hands.
Flashback time peoples!!
I was sitting in the corner of my room biting on my hands. I watched as I tore flesh off of them. It didn't hurt thanks to one of my many ‘fantastic’ disorders! I was crying, the voice's just wouldn't shut up! I kept biting tasting the metallic blood flowing from the wounds. I heard the door open. I looked up and saw Lyra. “T-toby…” I saw tears gracefully go down from her lily pad green eyes to her tan cheeks. “TOBY STOP!!” She screamed at me. She then ran to me, her blonde hair flowing in her ponytail behind her. She was perfect, unlike me… I gasped as i felt arms go around me. “M-MOM!” I heard her scream. I heard footsteps pounding up the stairs. Mom ran into the room panic stricken. She panted as she stopped. When she saw me she stared. “T-toby…” she whispered. “Lyra go get the first aid kit”......
End of Flashback
I felt tears go down my cheeks. A tear got in my mouth thanks to that fucking hole. Mom came in with a plate of waffles. My eyes lit up. Me and Lyra…...loved waffles…… I felt more tears fall. I quickly ate then hurried up the stairs to my room.
A few weeks later
It was fucking freezing! I am fucking wearing two thin sweaters and my favorite black turtleneck. HOW THE FUCK DOES IT GET THIS COLD! Anyways besides that the voice’s have been quiet all day… not even a snarky remark...I mean it is peaceful, but I feel more empty than I already am. It was almost dinner time and something told me to wear the hoodie and the other stuff. I put the hoodie on, it was a little big…. I then put the belt on. I put the goggles in my pocket and the mouthguard around my neck. I went down stairs and sat down next to my ‘father’ as usual. ‘Do it…….. Do it’ the voice's chanted. ‘D-do what?’ I questioned inside my head ‘Kill him…… he doesn't deserve to live, he never showed up to see Lyra one…..last…...time….’ That, that's not true…. Mom came in with our dinner, I silently ate, the feeling wouldn't go away. After dinner I silently followed mom into the kitchen. ‘Father’ sat down on the living room chair drinking alcohol. I quickly grabbed a knife, how I managed to, I will never know. I creeped towards my father. I raised the knife and forced it down into his skull. He screamed in agony. I then pushed him out the chair. I got over him and started to stab him over and over in the chest. As soon as he went limp I heard a gasp. “T-TOBY! HOW COULD YOU!” I turned around to see mom. I laughed maniacally I pulled up the mouthguard and threw on the goggles. I then ran towards the door that lead to the garage. I opened the door and grabbed two of my dead father's hatchets. One was old, with a dull blade, one was new and much sharper. I put them in the belt without much thought. I grabbed a gallon of gasoline and some matches.
I started pouring gasoline around my whole neighborhood. I then lit a match and threw it. I watched awed at how the flames danced their way to house's. I then continued running pouring gasoline everywhere. I then stopped as I as I heard sirens in the distance. I poured a circle of gasoline around me. I lit a match. I laughed one last time before saying “ W-well, look-s like thi-s is my e-end.” Flames erupted around me. I felt myself falling out of consciousness. The last thing I saw was the creature from before catch me. Then everything went black.
