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You Should Have Done Something Toby.

Art is above is mine, this is my first story, go easy on me. Would appreciate some comments, but I guess I'm not exactly expecting any reads. Enjoy ;-;
-You can use it, you don't have too ask, but you can credit me if you want.

                    
Toby's POV.

Beep..

BEep...

BEEP!

       I slightly open my eyes due too my annoying clock that was laying on my dresser going crazy. The sunlight coming from my window was illuminating the room around me and into my eyes, causing me too blink rapidly too get used to the light. I look towards where my dresser is, my alarm clock still going crazy, and still beeping.

"Why w-w-won't you just sh-shut up! I'm up god da-dam-damnit.." I screech quietly.

I shift my body to the side, and I glare at my alarm clock as if it was a real person, then getting up to turn the alarm clock off. I sat up on my bed, trying to ease my headache I now had by the sudden noise coming from my alarm clock that woke me up. I had a dream, it was just about me burning from a fire, or something like that, you know? the usual. I stand up slowly, my eyes still adjusting to the light. Rubbing my eyes and yawning, I then head towards the bathroom. I brush my teeth, yet I leave my hair alone, not bothering to brush it. Deciding to keep on my pajamas, I go down stairs.

Lyra was there, my mom, and dad? Who knows where the hell he is. I don't think I could even call him that! He abuses my sister, me, and even Ma. I had CIPA, so I couldn't feel pain, but it hurt mentally to know my Ma was in such a abusive relationship. Lyra would usually be the only one too stand up too him and fight for us, Only to get slapped In the face. Whenever he hit me, I usually wouldn't ignore it, but since I couldn't feel pain he would usually hit my sister instead, knowing that I take my pain mentally. And for my mom.. she just let it happen to her. She didn't try to stop him. He wouldn't usually hurt her when we were around, but we occasionally we saw him pull her hair, or slap her if she did something wrong. I don't know what she saw in him, or even why she was still with him. All I saw was a alcohol abuser, who didn't give a shit about anyone else. I felt my blood boil in pure hatred.

"Toby? Is everything okay hun?" My Ma called out from the end of the stairs, noticing I wasn't moving from the top of the stairs.

I had forgot I was even going down the stairs. I was quick answer, too not leave her worrying about me.

"I'm f-f-fine mom," was all I said, then continued to go down the stairs. God, do I hate my damn ticks. I got bullied at school for them, and at such a young age for them too! They called me "Ticci Toby", and oh, how much I hated that name. That caused me to be home schooled at a young age, due too extreme amounts of bullying. Lyra and mom were the only people who actually treated me like normal human being. I mean, I had more than one mental disorder for gods sake!

Walking over to the kitchen, I sat by my older sister, Lyra. I put my elbow on the table and rested my head on my hand, looking at my mom making waffles in the kitchen. I love waffles. Especially the ones Mom made. When she was done, I sat up straight full of excitement with my forks in my hand. She set out a plate for me and Lyra, containing waffles that were stacked up, syrup dripped down from the top to its sides, and also had powdered sugar on the top. You could see the steam coming from the top that hinted it was just made. After examining my plate, I grabbed my fork again and started eating.

"Here you go hun! I asked your father if you guys could go on the bus a drive with him, would you two like that?" She said smiling, heading to the kitchen to lean on the counter where she made the waffles but still turning around too face us from the kitchen.