Do You Remember- Ticcimask Fanfic

Chapter IV

Please! Please! I don't want to forget about you! Please...I don't want to.

I'm sorry.

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3 weeks later...

In just a few weeks now. He'll turn 16. So why isn't he happy?

He sighed. Once more. And rested his arms at the railings of the balcony. As an early gift, his mother granted his wish.

But what is the purpose of it now? Now that the killer won't be back? Now that the killer broke him once more?

He frowned. And shook his head. His mind is getting hazy again.

The last time he saw the killer, it was also the time he started forgetting little things.

At first, he wasn't bothered. It was just small stuff he forgets but remembers in the end. But as days passed by, he kept on forgetting the names of those he was close. And the face or the voice of the killer he loves is slowly fading. And he was scared.

But he knows it was for the best.

"Toby!" The teen looked turned around and saw his sister, with a frantic look

"What happened?! Are you alright?" Her sister quickly trudge her way to her brother

With a clean clothe tightly being gripped by the unexpected visitor, she quickly wiped the blood away. And it surprised Toby again.

Nosebleed. He's having another one again. It's been reoccurring to him again and again, headache, nausea, nosebleed, and he felt like he was about to collapse.

He's getting less sleep because of what was happening to him. He kept seeing a tall figure, even if no one sees it.

But whenever he wakes up from his slumber, he felt like he doesn't remember anything. And it was getting worse. So he tried not to sleep. He was scared.

"Just hold it for a while, ok? I'll go get the first aid." His sister rushed outside, calling their mother for help

He knew that his father would hear it as well, and he doesn't want anyone barging in his room so he went to the door and locked it. He knows it'll make things worse, but for now, he wants a time for himself.

It was getting dark anyway, so he thought, it doesn't matter now.

And strangely, the bleeding stopped. He threw the bloody clothe at the garbage bin and went to the balcony again. He felt calm and comfortable and he knows that no matter how many times he denies, he's still waiting.

Waiting for the killer he loves to come back. He gently caressed the metal object the killer gave him as a gift. It was a dog tag, with the name of the killer and his.

He would feel happy because of the gift. But he still feels the lingering pain the killer gave him as well.

"Yo-You're so u-u-unfair, Tim." He muttered with a dry chuckle and wore the tag around his wrist

"Kept o-on hurting me-e," He looked up at the dark sky, "Yet I still love you." He never knew he'd actually feel it, love, he thought he would never feel it

He considered himself a freak. Because of his disorders and his family. He believed the words his bullies said. Because he knows it's true. With a defeated sigh, he went back inside, and maybe this time he'll sleep.

3 days later...

It was hell for Masky.

To look from afar.