I stare into the woods and the fire beginning to reach them as tears run down my face, he's gone I know he is. I still remember what he said to me the day before, the words constantly ring in my mind as I stare into the woods. "I'll be gone soon" he said "And no matter what happens I need you to know that I still love you." I didn't understand what he meant by "gone", but now I know and wish I had held onto him a little bit longer instead of laughing it off. If I'd played more attention to him maybe he'd still be here, maybe I would have been able to save him but now it's too late I can't help him.
At that moment of realisation, I went numb, I didn't realise as I was being dragged away from the spreading fire, I didn't answer or even notice as I was being questioned by police, I couldn't place or feel anything all I could think about was Toby.
*time skip*
A month passed. And the only thing I did was stare at a wall in my room, not going out of my room, not speaking and only drinking and eating when absolutely necessary. I couldn't get it out of my head, Toby my Toby was gone. My head spun in circles thinking about it, nothing and no one seemed real anymore, it just didn't make sense. I felt it in my bones that he wasn't dead, but if he wasn't dead he probably wasn't the Toby I once knew and I didn't know if I wanted that. Either way, I lost him and that wasn't something I could handle. I stood up from my bed and walked over to my window, the woods seemed normal as ever, but I knew, I knew deep down that there was something lurking in the woods, something dark and sinister. It was that something that took Toby and I needed to find out what it was.
A/N: Crappy, I know but it'll get better.