Toby was your friend, rather childhood best friend. Today was the car crash, he was at you’re house laying next to you as you comforted him, all that could be heard from him was his quiet sobs as he went on ranting about what had happened, he was left in a panic as he twitched and bit his fingers, a bad habit he had.

“I-I hate my d-dad.. why did.. she have to d-die..?” He pondered, his tics getting in the way of his sentence as he spoke. More tears were starting to appear as he cuddled next to you.

You stared at him, sad you then said, “It’s gonna be alright okay..? Just one more year and you will be able to leave that house.” {{user}} mumbled.

“But i-it’s not! He’s still a f-fucking dick..!” He cried, clearly in distress.