7

Toby

              Roy then looks at me absolutely flabbergasted. I can’t tell if he is happy or disgusted by my confession. 

                 “R-Roy?” 

                 His facial expression then softens and tears slowly fall from his eyes. Running down his soft cheeks like a gentle rain running down the window. He’s crying. Why is he crying? 

           “Toby….why didn’t you just tell me?” 

           He looks up at me and his expression is cold, showing barely any emotion or affection and understanding. “Roy I-”

           “You almost got yourself killed! Do you not understand? If you wouldn't have written that and just told me what you were thinking you wouldn’t be bleeding, your father wouldn’t have left, and your mother would still be alive!” 

        As soon as my mind processed what he said I felt like I was gonna throw up. What is this dreadful feeling? It was like my heart dropped, like I was being suffocated. It felt even worse than when my mother had given me this wound. I feel my chest start to get heavier by the second. Each breath becomes harder and harder to come by. 

               “Roy, you must understand, at least try-”

                “Toby! No! You try to understand me!  You could’ve died over your own mistakes! You could’ve died over parsley for crying out loud! But that is not what you and your mother were fighting about! God! If you would’ve just written down that you liked some girl!.....” 

          I force myself to jump out of the window and run. I’m not quite sure where I am going but all I know is that I have to be alone for right now. Why? Why? WHY!? I can’t seem to breathe… I need to calm down! I close my eyes but all I hear is a repeat of all the things Roy has said. Closing my eyes doesn’t help! I open my eyes as a headache washes over me, stabbing me in my eyes. 

         I ran and ran and ran on and on and on, until a sharp pain washed over me. It was like something just pierced my heart. I grasp at my skin as I find my breaths getting even faster and harder to come by. Help… I fall on my knees and land on my face. Not being able to move or speak as I silently suffocate.