A Toy's Intuition

Chapter 4

Don't Let It Go Too Far

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All the toys watched carefully as Andy got further into his bad habit of cutting himself. It happened every night, there wasn't even necessarily a reason, it was just like Andy enjoyed it. Something that Woody hated the idea of. There had been a lot of discussion of when to break code. There really wasn't a perfect time, because the code wasn't meant to be broken. No toy felt comfortable with the choice, but for Andy they would do everything.

Woody felt twitchy as Andy stared at the knife once again. "Andy please don't, please please don't." Woody put his head down, unable to watch as Andy did add another cut. He cleaned up and went out the door, ready to go to school. It was becoming too much, Andy had just added a cut in the morning. They were covering his arms now. He couldn't wear short sleeves anymore. Woody had pondered the idea of getting Andy's mom involved, somehow getting Andy's sleeves rolled up and then having his mom see them, but he didn't think that would work. Andy was so careful about making sure they were covered, he would never not check if his mom was going to see. Woody also to a certain extent felt like that would be a betrayal to Andy. To out him to his mom?

No, Woody would talk to Andy himself. If it didn't get better after that, then he would have to get creative. He was NOT going to lose another one. He felt the others watching him. He turned back to go over more ideas. This had to work. They didn't have a choice.

Andy took deep breaths as he made his way down the stairs. He felt so weird. He and his mom were not on good terms. They hadn't had an actual conversation since the night she hit him. A thought that still made him hate her. He didn't think he would ever trust her again. He knew that sounded dramatic, but his mom had lost his trust.

Andy didn't know how to feel. On one hand he hated his mom. He even to an extent hated Molly, he didn't know why. They just both made him so angry. He hated being around them. Even them looking at him made his skin crawl, but when he was on his own, at school or...or when he was cutting himself, he missed them. His heart missed them. He wanted to hug his mom and play with Molly. He wanted to cry and have his mom comfort him and rub his back, but the minute he went to find that comfort he felt nauseous.

School was not going better. School was only getting worse. He got beat up getting on the bus yesterday. Did the bus driver say anything at the obvious bruises? Nope, did he say anything as the disgusting kids called him names? Nope. It was like everyone had it out for him! They knew! They all knew! Every adult and that school gave him sympathetic looks, but no one did anything! Why not! Why couldn't they help him? The only people he really had were his toys. And that was so sad and lonely, they weren't real. They weren't people. He shouldn't even be playing with them, it was weird. He knew it was. He could see it as soon as he had brought people over. He had seen the discomfort on his mom's face when he said that they were going to go play with his Toys. Even she thought it was weird.

He clenched his backpack close as he got in his Mom's car. Neither said a word. His breathing picked up and his heart pounded as he got closer to the school. No no no! He really thought about running. He thought about it so bad. Just grabbing the door handle and jumping out. Running into the woods? Maybe he could climb a tree and they would never find him? He knew that was stupid, but he wished so badly that was a real thing.

He clenched his books hard as he made his way to class. He didn't look at anyone, just stared at the floor and made sure not to run into anyone. As long as he didn't interact maybe no one would mess with him. THat was a pipe dream though, he realized as he felt a body slammed into him. He closed his eyes as he saw his body flying towards the lockers. He felt himself slam into it and then slam into the floor. Well shoot that was going to leave a bruise.

"Hey Andy! Watch where you're going!" That was Bruce. That was such a stupid name that it made him mad. He wished Bruce would get hit by a car. Not to die, but just to get him away from him. He opened his eyes in time to see the foot coming towards his stomach. He gasped at the pain….I can't breathe!

He sat there gasping, curled up in a ball as the bell rang and everyone left him there. All he could hear was his own breathing. It didn't sound normal. Did he break a rib? He hoped not. He would have to talk to his mom then. THere would be no way to avoid it.

He slowly raised himself off the ground and headed to class. He couldn't skip, they would call his mom. He was late, and it was embarrassing. Everyone looked at him as he came in the class and the teacher yelled at him. He was relieved he didn't get detention. He would have to talk to his mom about that too.

He got left alone for the rest of his classes. THat was a relief. He had thought he had finally made it through the abuse when he felt someone grab his hood and pull him back, effectively choking him in the process. "Where do you think you're going Davis?" Oh no! It was Bruce again, Eli and Chuck were there too. These were three people he hated more than anyone in the world. He hoped they met Hitler when they died.

"I have to go to my bus. Please let me through, you can beat me up tomorrow." He smiled at him as though he said something funny, he knew that wasn't true.

"Sure thing Davis. We'll just double up tomorrow."

"Can't wait." Were his last words before he got on the bus...why did he do that? He honestly had no clue. Andy kept his eyes shut as he made his way home. He could hear them laughing at him, taunting him. He just wouldn't respond. He had responded the first few times and it never went well for him.

He stayed completely still all the way until he got home. He knew which his stop was just by feeling it. 27 stops including the stop signs. He could hear the stop sign fly out the side of the bus. Time to go home. At least then he could get away from the monsters he was currently trapped around.

He was off the bus as quickly as he could be. He felt dread bubble up in him though as he saw his Mom's car. He thought that she would still be grabbing Molly from daycare. He would have been able to make it to his room before she saw him. Now he didn't have a choice, maybe he could sneak past her? He stood outside for a few minutes. Just breathing in the fresh air. He didn't get to just be outside much anymore.

Finally he took a deep breath and made his way through the door. Quietly closing it behind him...wait a second..ok she hadn't heard that. He quietly made his way across the floor. A hard task when the floor is old and wooden. He had made it to the stairs and still no sign of his mom. He had gone step by step ever so slowly. He had just made it to the top one when he heard her…

"Andy!" Shoot!

He debated on even saying anything, but who knew, maybe she would hit him again. He thought bitterly. "Yes?" He heard her at the bottom of the stairs. He didn't want to look at her. He kind of hated her. He didn't turn around.

"Oh, I was just seeing if you came home."

"Ok, well I have homework." With that he had shut and locked his door. He sank to the floor of his bedroom feeling his entire body give out. Death sounded so nice about now...wait what? The thought jolted him...he had never thought about that. The cutting wasn't for that, it was just a release, not an end. Where had that thought come from? It made him nervous...or was it excitement? He raised his sleeve, running his fingers over his scars. It felt nice, he liked the scar tissue and all the different textures. It made him smile. He looked up thinking he saw a shadow. His smile grew as he saw all of his toys. "I'm glad I still have you guys." He spoke before crawling into bed and sinking into a deep sleep. Depression made sleep feel amazing.

"Andy! Andy! Andy opens the door!" Andy was groggy when he woke up. What was going on? "Andy!" He turned towards the slamming on his door. Feeling both tired and angry. Why was she making so much noise?

"What!" He opened his door to see his angry mom glaring at him.

"I've been calling your name for five minutes. Why was your door locked? Why weren't you answering?" He couldn't stand her right now. With her hand on her hip being all bossy and annoying. Even her being there was making him mad.

"I was sleeping okay? I'm tired, I had my door locked because I knew you or Molly would ruin my sleep, which you did. Can I get back to it now?"

"Young men don't take that attitude with me. You know we have a rule about locked doors and it's dinnertime so you need to come out."

"I'm not being rude, I'm telling you I was right. You did come and slam on my door which did ruin my sleep. I wasn't wrong, just because I'm right doesn't mean I'm being rude. We also have never had a lock rule, what are you even talking about? I'm tired, I'm not hungry. Can I please go back to sleep now?" Andy hated how his mom's breathing got louder when she was angry, or how she leaned towards him and got in his face when she was mad. She was doing that now.

"Andy Davis you are about to get yourself grounded if you don't change your attitude. You know there is a locked door rule because I might not be able to get to you if you get hurt. You will come down for dinner and then you will do your homework, which you obviously didn't do before like you said you would. You know we don't lie in this household either. Get your butt downstairs now."

"I'm not being rude, I'm just saying I don't agree with you. How is that rude? I shouldn't have to eat if I don't want to and as long as I get my homework done you shouldn't care when i do it!" Andy could feel himself losing his temper. He knew he was yelling,

"That's it you're grounded! You don't want to eat fine! You get in there and go to bed and don't speak to me until you can be respectful!" She was really in his face now, he could smell her breath and it made him shake in fury.

" I WASN'T BEING DISRESPECTFUL!" He pushed right back into her face, they were nose to nose. She straightened up and pointed towards his door.

"GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW!" Both were panting from screaming and both turned the opposite direction as they left. Andy made sure to slam his door for good measure. He locked his door, rolling his eyes at the stupid nonexistent rule. He fell back onto his bed, relishing in his blanket as the darkness came back for him. Thank God.

The next day Andy sat in his car, once again clutching his backpack close. Today was a bad day. A very very bad day. He looked at that door handle again. Glancing casually over at his mom who wasn't paying attention to him...this could work? Hurry the school is right there! Andy grabbed the handle and yanked it open. He could hear his mother yelling for him. Could hear her open the door. He also heard a honk. He only turned long enough to see his mom get stuck in her car, because another car was blocking her door. Good keep going! Andy ran as far as could. Aiming for the woods. He was going to make it. He was done being hurt.