Annabell 'Forgotten Proxy'

Chapter 7

I could see myself. I was looking at myself? No it was Toby looking at me, but I could see everything through his eyes. He was lying next to me, playing with my hair. I was asleep, but instead of dreaming, I could see everything Toby could. He got up and walked out of my bedroom. He was walking down the hall and into the kitchen. He… he began grabbing things to make breakfast with. He fried a couple of eggs and potatoes. He put them on a plate with a cup of orange juice and a side of bacon. He walked back into my room with the plate and orange juice and sat them next to my bed on the coffee table. At that moment I woke up, and turned over to see Toby looking at me. “I didn’t know you could cook.” I said

“I used to when I was alone in my cabin.” His stuttering was gone.

“You’re not stuttering.” I said with a smile.

“Why would I, I have the best girl anyone could ever want.” He smiled at me. “Now eat your breakfast before it gets cold.” He got up and started walking around the room, while I ate what he made me. He walked over to my desk and picked up the notebook that had his name on it. “Wh-where did you get this?” He asked with

“It was on the front porch. It was covered in blood so I wiped it off.” I stopped eating when he got to the page I had written on.

“Was this in here when you received it?” He asked.

“N-no actually, I wrote that the d-day you,” I stopped talking and put down the plate of food. I looked away from him trying to avoid his gaze. He turned the page to see the poem written in blood.

“I-I’m sorry Annabell.” He walked over to me and gave me a hug. “I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“It’s okay. You’re here now and you’re just fine.” I said, knowing that at any moment it all could change.

“It’s my fault. I let myself get carried away. If he hadn’t made me so angry Jeff…”

I interrupted him. “Wait a minute. Jeff is the one that killed you? He’s the one that did all that to you?” I was angry. I could tell that Toby was regretting even opening his mouth. Angry I got up and walked out of the room. I walked into my brother’s room not caring if I woke him up or not and grabbed the samurai sword that I had already once almost killed Jeff with.

“Hey what are you doing?” Gaven asked.

“I’m going to go kill this motherfucker before he does any more damage.”

“What? Who are you talking about?”

“The son of a bitch who ruined my life.” I yelled.

Gaven jumped out of bed and took the sword away from me. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. You’re not going anywhere. And tell me how and why there is a dead man in my house.”

“I don’t know. I really don’t, but I’m glad he’s back. I didn’t know what I was going to do without him.” I began to tear up. Gaven gave me a hug, trying to calm me down. I looked around the room and noticed that Zoey wasn’t in the bed. “Where is Zoey?

“I don’t know, I thought she was still in bed.” We both thought the worst when we heard glass breaking in the other room. We ran out of the bedroom and seen Zoey standing in front of the broken window.