-one week later-
Lyra. She was gone. Toby hasn't been so well. He seemed distant, and he would often bite his hands. Not only that, but you would think most of his sanity is already gone. You would wonder why he would always look out the window.
At night, he would stay awake, mumbling things about Lyra being back and her haunting him. Toby was twitching and stuttering more than usual. You didn't know what to do now. Your sanity was slipping while the seconds pass by.
Tonight wasn't really different. Mrs.Rodgers was out shopping, Toby was in you guys room, and you and Toby's sorry excuse for a father were disagreeing (yelling) about moving. Well, little did you know that Toby was going to settle that tonight.
"We have to move! We can't live here without paying the bills for long! And it can't be just me doing work. Your just a lazy abusive drunk that doesn't care about anyone but himself! You weren't there for your own daughters funeral! That was just 'sooo' hard, wasn't it!?You are going to learn the hard way that karma is a pain in the ass!" You yelled. Usualy you respected him,(even tho you shouldn't) but he has gone way too far for blaming you and Toby for Lyra's death.
"Listen! I can kick you out since this is my house! Don't speak to me like that!" A mocking laugh burst from your lungs. "Well, it's not your house if you don't pay for it! This is my house! If you loose me, you would be on the streets and-""E-enough! I h-h-have had it with you, y-you sick fuck!" Toby came from his/your room and told his dad off.
They started to bicker back and fourth until Toby finally snapped. "Heheh... w-wh-why don't you just DIE!?" He yelled, throwing his hatchet at his father's head. Blood splattered all over the walls and floor. You looked at you now murduring boyfriend. There was a look in his eye you knew to well.
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Insanity.

That was all that could run through his mind. You stumbled backwards and fell on your bottom. Appearently, Toby heard the thump you made, giving you a look he would most likely never give to you. "A-and you, m-my sweet Y-Y-YN, he's not the only one who will die tonight..." He then picked up a random gasoline tank and a lighter.
"If I-I-I d-die, your comming with me." As he said that, he spilt the gasoline everywhere and lit it up. "Tonight, I start the fire, tonight, we break away! Haha...hahahaha....HAHAHAHAHAH!!!!" Flames got higher, engulfing most of Toby. "Tobias Erin Rodgers! Stop!" He wouldn't stop laughing though. You both knew that you both couldn't feel the flames, but the smoke was getting to your lungs.
Ringing started to invade your hearing, and static came into view. The last thing you saw befour passing out was a tall man with no face. He was saving you and Toby from the fire. .
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"TOBY!"