Hi. My name is Tobias Erin Rogers. You can just call me Toby though. I'm here to tell you a little bit about how I got to where I am today. First off, I'd like you to know that I have Tourette's syndrome, meaning that I twitch or tick uncontrollably. Also, I can't feel pain.
Before I was taken out of school, I was always being bullied and teased about my constant ticking. The nickname, Ticci Toby was given to me. Kids would imitate how I act and they would throw destructive jokes at me. During all of this I only had one true friend and that was my sister, Miriam. She and I were very close and she was the only one who truly cares for me. Aside from my mother.
The family consisted of my sister, mother, father and myself. My father... Well let's just say we didn't have a good relationship with him. He was never home, always out drinking. When he did come home he would be drunk and would always beat my mom and my sister. He tried to rape m on occasion and would always be stopped by my sister. As a result she got beat even more only because she didn't want me to feel their pain... Not like I could...
Anyways, that's really all you need to know for now. And thus my story began.
It was a normal day like any other. My sister and I were coming home from running errands when it happened. Some idiot drove right into our car. For a moment everything went black. I could hear the sounds of sirens in the distance. Slowly, as I opened my eyes. I could see flames dance around me. The front of the car was totaled and there was blood in numerous places. To my left, there she was. My dear sister, my one and only best friend, crushed between the wheel and the seat. Glass pierced her skin, a piece right in her left eye, her jaw unhinged and hanging by threads of muscle. She struggled to look up at me and tried to grab my hand, tears streaming down her face. Now, crying myself, I tried to grab her hand. Right as I was about to reach her, I felt someone pull me away from the car. I started to kick and scream. I didn't wan to be taken away from my sister. I didn't want to leave the only friend I had. No, not my sister.
Hands gripped me tightly, parts and bits of words floated into my head non of it made sense though. I heard someone say, "It's alright, your safe now. Your going to be ok." That was all a lie though. Nonetheless, I felt myself slip away into the undefeated void of darkness called sleep. As I let my eyes close, I saw my sister being taken out of the car and taken away. Everything went black.
I woke up to the sound of a heart monitor. My vision blurred and my eyes sting from the harsh lights. I noticed my mother crying and looking at something besides me. I managed to turn my head to the side and that's when I spotted my sister. On the bed besides me, she lay completely still. She had bandages all over her body. I could do nothing but just stare at her, feeling a lump form in my throat but no. Tears came.
A nurse rushed into the room and stuck something into my arm. I realized that my heart was beating fast and my mother grabbed my hand. She tightened her grip as she looked at me, her eyes red from so much crying. She shook her head and muttered, "Toby, I'm so... I'm so sorry, she's gone." After that, my mother kissed me on the top of my head, said good night and left. I started to feel my eyelids become heavy and once again I let myself slip away.
While I was asleep, I had a rather strange dream. I dreamt there was a tall man standing over my bed just looking at me. It seemed as if he was observing me. The features of his face were... There were no features actually. He didn't have a noes, mouth, eyes, nothing. He wore a black suit with a red tie and black pants.