Toby's P.O.V:
I don't know how long it was since I'd moved, well, except wiping my sleeve under my nose every so often. The door creaked open behind me and I refused to look up, a hand patted my back.
"It's okay." I only shook more. Eventually, I heard a soft sigh, and a warm feeling hit me. Someone had kissed my shoulder. I had goosebumps. "It's okay... It's okay." The voice soothed, their fingers tracing patterns down my spine. The persons breath was close to my ear, "Everything's okay." My eyes refused to close, as my breath became ragged. "It's okay." Teeth grazed my skin, leaving red marks down my arm, haphazard, detached movements. "It's okay."
By this time my tears had dried, and I was frozen with fear. Even my twitching seemed to have stopped, and all I had in my mind was the haunting image of his body. Broken, battered, limp, lifeless. One phrase, a simple question rang in my mind.
What have I told you, Timothy?
What was he on about?
Why wasn't I doing anything?
Who was behind me?
"It's okay." I smelled the familar scent of decaying flesh. "I'm here now."
