Copyright © The Shadows 2018.
Published in 2018 by Tablo Publishing.
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A boy with pale skin in the back seat of a car. It was probably the worst place for him right now, the only thing he wanted to avoid. His mouth cut on the right side of his face. He was twitching and ticking, which earned him many terrible names in public school. The most catchy was, Ticci Toby. He was taken out of public school and started home schooling. He was staring out the window, the memories of what happened replaying in his mind. His mother checked on him every few seconds from the rear view mirror. She had a brown and blonde color to her hair which was in a bob. Yet, she was taking a long way to there home. Only so he wouldn't be pained with the sight of the crash. The car crash that killed the one person he would ever love and trust, Lyra, his sister. He could feel emotion no pain. He could be ripped limb by limb and wouldn't fell a thing. It was called congenital insensitivity to pain with anhidrosis, or CIPA. He was finally home. His mother helped him out the car. He looked at the man in the drive way. "Why is he here?" Toby asked in anger. "Because he cared about Lyra." She responded. "If he cared he would've been there to see her die." He angrily she sighed "He was to drunk." She said lightly. "Aw Connie no welcome home?" The man said to his wife, she ignored him. "The boy's 16 he can walk himself." He replied to himself. "He's 17." She responded and they went into the house. They got to the stairs and his mother asked if he needed help. "I'm 16 I can walk myself." He mocked his father. He went into his room and hugged his pillow crying into it. Little did he know that he was going slowly into insanity the thing that killed his sister killed his sanity.
He got up from his bed slowly and looked out the window. He was looking under the street light. There was a figure under the light. It was looking at him and he looked at him, his mind was going blank and fuzzy as his ears started to ring. After a little while, he blinked and it stopped. "Dinner!" His mother called from down stairs. He sighed and started going down the stairs. It was raining, that wasn't unusual for Colorado springs, but he had just noticed it and it made the day more gloomy then usual. He looked at his smiling mother and his father then sat down. He stared at the empty chair next to him. Her seat...Lyra's seat. Sadness and anger welled up inside him. His mother sat down. Her smiling face not matching anyone else's. He reached for his father's arm and his father slapped his hand away. He pushed him away, "Don't touch me boy! He yelled and his mother stood up, "Alright knock it off that the last thing we need!" She spoke sternly. Toby sighed walking back up stairs. He ignored his mother's pleas to come back. He slammed his door shut and looked out the window again...nothing. He didn't understand why he had to be here! Why he was still here! Why he didn't leave! He still wondered why his mother was still with him. He still wondered why his father was there. Why his sister wasn't here. He looked at his bed again and got back in hid bed then drifted off slowly wondering if what he saw earlier was real or just an illusion.
(A/N) Sorry if this isn't 100% the story, but I'm telling it the way I see it. I'm telling the story before the fanfiction for background for those who don't know Toby ANDREW (not erin) Rogers aka Ticci Toby.~NTG