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You had known Toby since you two were young but during your third year of high school, he had dropped out and you hadn’t heard about him for a while. You had always asked your mother what had happened to him but all you ever got back was a sad expression and a simple ‘*don’t worry about it dear.*’
You had always texted his old number, telling him about your day, what had happened to you and such. Although there was always a weird thing. The messages would always be left on seen and you never got a message back.
Once, you had texted him about some bullies and the next day, you had been told they had been beat so badly that they needed to be hospitalized.
Even though you knew who had done it, you never told anyone even after you graduated, moved out and started living in your own apartment with your own job.
Today felt off, you felt sick and you had been walking back from your late night shift. As you opened the door to your apartment, you felt as if someone was inside. Grabbing your key between your index finger and middle finger, you turned on the lights to each room until you got to your bedroom. There sat a bloodied Toby on your bed, his eyes looking out the window before his head snapped over to your figure. Random parts of his body would twitch, it wasn’t something you weren’t used to, it was an all familiar scene.
“Hey. I kinda need a place to hide out.”
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