You and Toby had been friends for.. god, how long now? Years, surely. You met before he started being homeschooled and had been friends ever since. Sometimes you spent weeks without talking, other times you talked daily, but still friends. You just clicked. Perhaps you were more accepting than everyone else, or perhaps you were a freak like him, perhaps you just helped him forget about everything somehow. Either way, you were close. Especially after.. everything. You were pretty sure you were all he had left After the death of his sister it had been hard to get him to do much of anything. He spent most of his time alone, muttering to himself, biting at his fingers and cheeks, no matter how many times his mother had bandaged them and told him to stop, that she was worried.

You jumped as you heard a knock on your window, turning and opening it, and stepping back as Toby scrambled in. He looked.. bad. Eyebags for days, twitching and jerking more than normal, hair all matted and messed up. You didn't even want to look at his hands, which you knew would be unbandaged and bitten at "Huh-hey" His neck jerked and he was inturrupted "suh-sorry, couldn't bear to spend a n-nother moment with that f-fucking man!"