My name is Toby Rodgers.
I have Tourettes, Insomnia and CIPA (congenital insensitivity to pain anhidrosis)
I guess i'm lucky to be alive.
But sometimes the voices in my head make me decide that i'd rather be dead.


17. Toby

Silence filled the forest, and we became alone again.

Jennie didn't speak, instead she pulled me away, out of the forest.

I followed her down the road, dodging cars as we ran.

She took a few turns and I nearly lost her along the way.

I tripped up on a rock, almost falling flat on my face.

I panted as I steadied myself and growled as she laughed at me.

Soon we came to a stop.

We stood in front of a huge crooked mansion, it literally looked like it hadn't been used in years.

The windows were smashed and the steps leading up to it were snapped.

She jumped up the steps and beckoned for me to follow her again.

"Come on Toby!" She laughed, "Don't be a slow coach!"

And without thinking twice, I grinned and followed her into the abandoned building.

The hall was a vast room, and every inch of the walls and the ceiling were covered in paintings and drawings.

The floorboards creaked, and when I looked at the floor, I saw that it was being used as a tally chart.

"SPENCER?!" Jennie yelled suddenly, I jumped and looked at her.

But I don't think she was talking to anyone that I knew.

"YEAH JEN? WHAT IS-"  Someone shouted from the other room, stopping short, it was blatantly a boy. "GOD DAMMIT!!!!!!!" The boy yelled from the other room, Jen laughed and ran in the direction of the sudden noise.

It was a boy, about my age. 

He was sat at an old fashioned school desk in the center of the room, playing cards strewn on the floor all around him, he was obviously attempting to stack playing cards into a castle shape. 

He had messy dark brown hair that half covered his gloomy brown eyes, and wore black jeans with a grey hoodie.

Jen laughed again, "Honestly Spence, you're never gonna manage it... You might as well give up now."

The boy sighed heavily, before flicking all the cards angrily off the table.

Jennie looked over at him and smiled, shaking her head. "You can clean it up now, and open the curtains while you're at it." She gestured to the massive red curtain that covered the longest wall.

The boy smirked and put his hands behind his head, lifting his feet up and resting them on the table. 

He wore black converse, much like Jen's.

"Make me." 

Jennie glared at him, before walking over and pushing the irritable boy off the chair.

He rolled off deliberately, and finally noticed me.

He gave me a quizzical look, and turned to Jen. "Who's your new twitchy friend?"

Jen gestured to me, "Toby, meet Spencer." She gestured to the boy, who grinned and shook my hand quickly.

"Nice to meet ya!" He yelled as he ran over to the curtain, pulling on a long rope.

The curtains opened, revealing a huge window, and yet another wall covered in paint and pencil art.

Spencer looked casually out of the window, hugging his knees to his chest as he sat on the window sill.

The sun was setting, and the boy automatically changed from fierce and dangerous, to quite peaceful.

He sighed, "Jen? Do you think my parents are out there, thinking about me?"

The girl walked slowly over to the boy, sitting on the window sill, next to him.

"Most likely."

I didn't understand, so I just stood by myself in the center of the room, quietly humming to myself.

Spencer suddenly leaped off the window sill, stopping in front of me, with a bright grin, showing off gleaming white teeth.

"We faked my death!" He yelled, laughing.

"How?" I asked, and the boy stopped laughing and stared at me, and then he did something unusually scary.

He started choking.

Or at least I thought he was choking, but he grabbed his neck and laughed hysterically.

"See?" He said, through shuttered laughs, "That is how to fake your death my friend."

"Stop freaking him out Spence." Jennie walked over, "All I know is Spencer over there, decided to fake his death, and now i'm stuck with him."

Spencer laughed and waved comically at us, "Oh, by the way Jen, one of the back windows smashed earlier..."

Jennie looked at him sternly, "You mean you smashed it earlier, don't you?"

Spencer looked down, "Yep."

The girl turns swiftly on her heel and walks out of the room.

As soon as Jen leaves, Spencer walks over to me. He stops in front of me again, and glares at me.

"You break her heart," He says lifting up his hands and making a violent gesture.

"And I swear I won't hesitate, to break you." 




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