Lately i’ve been having trouble sleeping i’m sure iv just been thinking too much but with everything that has happened in the past year, months, or maybe it was just weeks before the accident has left me in a constant paranoid state with my shaking fits becoming almost an everyday thing. But as each day passes it becomes easier to piece together the last few distorted shards of what my “new life” Has become and i find ways to pacify my paranoid delusions however, some thing that has happened still scar my mind with burning questions and when I was younger I always found comfort in writing down what troubled me so, i might as well sort out the remains of my thoughts and rehash what really happened on paper . My name is Toby, unfortunately i’ve already forgotten my last name but that’s not too important I guess, i grew up in a decent household with my parents and younger sister in your average cul de sac in the suburbs, i even went to a pretty nice high school that i graduated from with good grades a year before the accident. Not many people bothered to talk to me at school and the ones that did i tended to endup making a fool of myself in front of them in my opinion since iv always been that socially awkward kid that stutters or bites their lip because of a stupid nervous habit. I even start shaking or twitching when i get really scared or nervous which the girls called cute but i dare them to try living with the damned nervous tick. My time spent away from school–well when i wasn’t busy playing online games with other computer geeks was spent in the woods afew miles away from my house where me and my dad used to camp in when i was younger, building a treehouse with him, and my dad, being the excitable person he is even bought me my own hatchet so i could properly prune the broken branches in hopes of keeping the treehouse around so future campers or passerbys could marvel at out work even after I eventually go off to collage.
The treehouse was finished about a month before i graduated high school and it was perfect, everything i could have wanted out of a place to call my own even if it was just a treehouse, i couldn’t help but visit everyday with my hatchet in hand to hack away the branches that dare threaten my work and sometimes my mother even let me spend the night in my new hideout as long as i took my crappy minut phone with me. Weeks and months passed and i still continued to visit my treehouse religiously until one night in Fall when my parents were at work and my little sister at daycare i decided regardless of the rain, what the hell why not go and check up on it for the day. So i threw on my rain boots, favorit warm hoodie, as well as my dads old dark grey motorcycle face mask in order to keep my neck and nose warm and headed out the door. It wasn’t raining to bad but it was raining just enough to deter me from looking at nothing except down at the mostly barren street to keep the rain drops from landing on the lense of my glasses as I make my way to my destination.But that just made seeing the blinding headlights of a car just out of the corner of my eye as i reach the sidewalk and– im too late, i don’t have enough time to react, i couldn’t even form a single thought before the car hit me.It didn’t hurt though and there was nothing i could see either just an empty void that seemed to stretch on forever, i couldn’t even move i thought i was dead… maybe i was dreaming? I couldn’t die like this! i thought, i don’t want to die, I was sure it was just one of my paranoia nightmares again I have them all the time i wake up just at the worst part when im meant to die a gruesome death but instead my mother is there tentatively petting my hair as i shake uncontrollably from the vivid horrors of the dream and in the morning my little sister will offer me her plushie to make my feel better like she always dose after mom tells her to “go easy on her big brother since he had a rough night”, like she always dose. So i was certain on the count of three ill wake up at home and in my bed. One…Two…Three.I open my eyes my vision blurs as it tries to adjust without my glasses that lay just out of reach of my fingertips, the dimly lit street was now brightened by the fire that reached from the hood of the car that was stopped by a lamppost. This had to be a dream i thought i mean really how on earth could i survive being hit by a car without having every bone in my body broken or writhing in pain?! I tried moving slowly at first just incase i wasn’t as lucky as i thought and this did turn out to be real. but i had little doubt I thought, this had to be a bream because i feel nothing, no pain aside from how heavy my body felt as if my own skin was a weighted burden on the rest of my body but other than that I felt completely numb. I knew i was hit pretty badly even without my glasses I could see I was lying in a small pool of blood and i was shaking like hell by now. So I moved to put on my glasses and slowly sat up to the sight of my blood on the corner of the car where it swerved into me and on the steering wheel of the car where the drives head should have been but the driver was nowhere in sight, i slowly scanned the empty street still mindful of my neck until the silence was broken by gibberish mixed with the voice and emersion of the man who hit me bruised and bloodied coming from seemingly nowhere! I couldn’t understand a thing either of the voices were saying and I don’t know why i was so scared but i couldn’t stop shaking and twitching i tried telling myself it’s just a dream it can’t hurt me right!? but he started getting closer and closer to me with outstretched arms still spewing nonsense i tried to scream, tried to yell “get away from me!” but my jaw only popped and felt heavy regardless of my efforts,i knew he wanted to hurt me-i didn’t care if it was a dream anymore im not letting him touch me!.. I bump my hatchet that must have slid out of its holster around my waist when I was hit as i was trying to back away, every fiber of my being screamed it’s either him or you right? After having plenty of time to think about it now I’m sure it was the only thing I could have done to save myself. So with shaky hands and a heavy, weighted body i grab the handle of my hatchet and in one swift move i swung at the man’s throat cutting it and sending him to the ground grasping at cut across its throat choking on its blood as he bled out and choked gargling replaces the gibberish that made my blood run could.
As the fire continued to hiss at the rains touch sirens of an approaching vehicle sound through the tapping of the rain as it begins to fall harder and harder.I soon decided dream or not i should go wait out the night in somewhere safe so maybe I didn’t wake up screaming and shaking like a mad man at the end of all this. i made my way to my treehouse that iv found comfort in so many times but by the time i get to the woods entrance i can barely stand i thought I was actually bleeding out in a dream i remembered my first aid kit i kept in an old shoe box so, i slowly stumble to the tree iv become so familiar with over the past year and before I can even begin my climb on the first step i collapsed with my hand barely touching the smooth wooden step and I realize, this isn’t a dream- is it… this isn’t a dream and i’m going to die bleeding out on the forest floor! The police will find the guy iv killed who probably was just seeing if I was ok he probably had a family to go home to too what have I done! Next they’ll find my body covered in scars holding a bloody weapon–Then they’ll tell my parents that their son died a murderer bleeding out at the bottom of the treehouse he so loved. my sister will be devastated when she realizes her big brother isn’t coming home, I know its not a dream even if the my body was and still is completely numb and it was seemingly getting harder and harder to keep my eyes open I was and am still smart enough to know I should have woken up buy now or at least died of some sort of heart attack in my sleep like I heard of on tv.so I thought this is it I’m dying but just as I closed my eyes and started to drift away from previous life something soft moves the hair from my face it reminded me of my mother. I opened my eyes surprised when I didn’t find myself rotting in a grave but instead in my treehouse fully bandaged of all my wounds, and at this point I thought maybe I’m just going crazy instead and i’m actually still lying unconscious in the street, paramedics still trying to revive me. I looked over at the mirror i placed opposite my makeshift bed and still see a bandaged 18 year old with unkempt black hair glasses and the same outfit i had when i left but my face mask was soaked in blood and there was a bulge on the side with pieces of gauze that stuck out the top and out of curiosity I carefully pulled down my mask and pushed some of the gauze aside to reveal a missing patch of skin from my check, I laughed at the irony since my mother always told me to stop biting my the dead skin from my cheek else I bite right through it. I must have slid face first across the ground when the car hit me but at least i’m alive i still do wonder to this day who or what saved me but in the moment I didnt have the energy to care. i still hear the voices in the back of my head the same type that my first victim spoke, i’m pretty sure it comes from the other people i see camping or walking through the woods so iv come to not trust them even if they don’t have that second voice as I call it. But i have learned to listen closer to what they say and the bickering, yelling, lying, and the poison they go on about drives me crazy i can only imagine what the people who actually live with the things go through so i help them get rid of whatever it is for good and i do try to make it quick after all i’m not some mindless murderer though, sometimes I slip up and get hurt but being completely numb to pain comes in handy when not all of my victims go down without a fight but just like the wolf kills to eat and the sick week deer dies so the stronger members of its herd can better survive, i think of it as more of a predator prey thing, I get benefit from hunting and killing the people with two voices since it seems to make the shaking stop so i can finally have some piece of mind back and I in return set them free from the devils lair they don’t even seem to know theyr in.i do still miss my family though but i don’t trust them i don’t want to, what if my own sister had one of those monsters and i was the only one who could hear how much pain that thing really caused her!? I couldn’t bear it. so ill stay here, constantly moving around the woods of course keeping myself separated from my victims until I find the next poor soul that lives with a monsters they are blissfully unaware of however, no matter how many people I help, no matter how many times I move I always feel like im being watched it pisses me off but, maybe I’m just being paranoid.
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