A Starry Night's Sky (REWRITTEN)

Prologue

Prologue

Y/N's P.o.V.

Saturday evening. The sun was shining through the sliding glass door connected to the kitchen, the soft golden rays flowing the house and landing in the living room, shining on the walls and front door. A soft breeze filled the house, as I had left the sliding glass door cracked open. It was a nice summer day. It has been softly raining, and the smell of damp cement filled the air (Iykyk), a nice smell. I lay lazily on the couch, a bag of potato chips at my side. I was flipping through the TV channels looking for something to watch. Of course, there were only boring sports channels or dumb cartoons for babies. Mom and dad were out on a date night, and probably wouldn't be home for the rest of the night. So I was stuck home alone.

I was pondering watching one of the children shows when suddenly I hear the obnoxious ringtone from my phone, which I recognized to be my best friend's contact. I answer the phone hastily. "Yello?" I speak into the phone. "Y/N, check the news channel." F/N said with urgency in their voice. "Which one? There are like 12 news channels." I reply. I can hear them groan and respond with frustration in their voice: "Local news, dumbass." I flip through the channels until I reach the local.

"--Local teenager Tobias Rogers reported missing and charged with the double homicide of his parents as well as arson, after supposedly setting fire to the family home. We'll now go to the scene. What's happening down there, Bob?" The female news anchor spoke. As she finished her sentence, the screen changed to a male news reporter at the scene of what looked to be the remains of a fire. Flashing lights of fire trucks and police cars were in the background, as well as a large cloud of smoke coming from a large pile of broken wood and black ashes. The foundation of the home was still visible, but it was caked in black ash. The male news reporter named Bob began speaking. "Thanks, Sherry. Earlier tonight, one of the neighbors of this seemingly quaint neighborhood made a call of a house fire." He explained. in the background, two stretchers with body bags on them were pulled into ambulances, as well as police tape being rolled around the area. "Eyewitnesses accounted for this information; the family that lived across from the Rogers family saw the teenage boy fleeing the area, potentially armed, not long after the house went up in flames. Unfortunately due to the fire, police are having trouble identifying the causes of death for the parents, although it does appear that the father suffered many head injuries." Bob continued. "Tobias Rogers is currently at large, and maybe in one of these listed areas." Bob began listing off areas of the city. Before I could hear any of the areas, my phone began buzzing.

It was dad. "Oh, shit, F/N my dad's calling," I say into the phone. I had almost forgotten that F/N was on the phone with me. I quickly answered the phone after hanging up on F/N. "Y/N, I need you to lock the doors." I hear my dad's normally soft voice say in a worried tone. "On the news, there's-" "I know. I have the news channel on." I interrupt, getting up quick swiftly lock the front and back door. I anxiously look out of one of the windows connected to the back yard, scanning the woods that resided behind the house. "Your mother and I will be home in 5 minutes. Don't answer the door and stay up in your room until we get home." He instructed me. "Okay," I say, stepping up the stairs that led to my room. "See you soon," he says before hanging up. I sigh, opening my bedroom door and closing it behind me. I flop on my bed. Dad was normally really anxious, and sometimes it comes in handy, like in this case, but I don't like how scared he acts.

I wait for the sound of the front door opening. "Y/N, we're home!" I hear mom call from the living room. I had been sitting on my bed watching YouTube on my phone. I set my phone down after pausing my video and walk out of my room, traveling down the stairs. "Hey mom," I say. Her arms were full of grocery bags. I look and see dad. He was in the same state as mom, with his arms full of plastic bags. "How was shopping?" I ask, trying to keep dad from thinking about what had happened on the news earlier. That didn't help though, as I had accidentally left the TV on before I had gone up to my room. He was staring at the screen. I turn my head to look at what had his attention. They were still talking about the teen, but this time they had a picture of him up on the screen. He looked like a normal teen. He had chocolate brown eyes and shaggy brown hair of a similar shade. like most teenagers his age, there was evidence of acne on his face, though it wasn't extreme. He was paler than a normal teen, but then it was revealed that he was homeschooled, due to bullying. As the three of us watch the TV, both mom and dad still holding the bags in their arms, the news anchor explained that he had Tourettes, causing him to be bullied. She mentioned that due to his constant tics, bullies would dub him as "Ticci Toby." Damn. Kids are cruel pieces of shit. More information about him was told, but I stopped paying attention. I walk up to dad. "Here, let me help you," I say, grabbing some of the bags. "Thanks," he mumbles, his eyes still glued to the screen. I sigh quietly as I take some of the bags into the kitchen, setting them on the stove. Unlike dad, mom had begun moving after some of the report. She was in the kitchen putting the groceries up. "it's going to be a hassle trying to get him to go to bed tonight." Mom told me, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I wish he wasn't so scared of everything. The statistics of the kid showing up near our neighborhood are slim, let alone the chances of him trying to kill anyone here." She spoke as she moved around the kitchen. "Well, you know dad. You can never be too careful." I tell her, though I agree with her.