Real Life ( Ticci Toby )

Introduction

I don't know what I expected. Maybe someone to take me away from this nightmare of a life, or maybe just to end it all in a blaze of glory, but no. I was stuck. Surrounded by the smell of burning wood and bodies. Surrounded by the sound of people shouting and sirens wailing. Surrounded by my mistakes that had all piled up to reach me to this point. This was it for sure, the end of the line. They were all dead though, so I wasn't leaving empty handed. I had killed my father, butchered him along with my mother and now I was going to pay the price. Why me? They were the ones who deserved it! I was doing everybody a favor by killing them! An abusive dad, a coward mother, a dead sister... And a fucked up son. One who was constantly bullied because of his goddamn Tourette's syndrome.

"Drop your weapons and get on the ground," the cops yelled 15 feet in front of me. Why should I obey? I have nothing to loose. Pain? I'm not afraid, pain is a stranger to me. I lost all sense of it a long time ago.
I raised up my hatchets, still dripping with the blood of my parents and any other unlucky passerby. I yelled back "Oh, you mean these? These weapons right here?" Waving them around in the air. "Put them down and get on the ground or we will open fire."
"Oh no, are you going to shoot me?" I spat back sarcastically. I smiled "Do it, i've b-been waiting for death for so long."

Just then an old, long haired, blonde woman wearing a black dress walked out from behind the cop cars and yelled to me. "Hi Toby, my name is Rachel Macker and I work with child services. I'm here to help you Toby. We can get you out of this mess, but you have to turn yourself in. So, how about you put down your hatchets and my cop friends will take you somewhere safe."
"How about you s-suck my ass." Her calmed face turned serious. "What would Lyra think about this Toby?" I stared at her blankly.

Lyra was my sweet older sister who didn't deserve what happened to her. Her beautiful pale face and sandy blonde was crushed together by a drunk driver who was too busy thinking about his next high to pay attention to the road ahead of him. She died at impact in the passenger seat. The worst part though was seeing her once flawless face disfigured and mangled up with parts of metal lodged in her flesh. I cried harder than I ever had that day, but I was the only one. My mother just stared at her with a blank expression almost as if that was the last day she would ever feel emotion and my dad, heh, he laughed! He saw his daughter dead and laughed. "One less mouth to feed." He said and walked out of the morgue. I had hated him before, but from that day on I would imagine his death constantly. It should have been him in that car, not Lyra.

"Dead people can't think," I growled at Rachel "but if she was alive, I think she'd be proud that I killed those good for nothing maggots." Lyra...what have I done. I could feel tears building up behind my eyes and they soon enough spilled out. I collapsed to the ground sobbing. Looking up, tears still streaming down my face, at the monsters that wanted to take me I yelled, "IF YOU WANT ME COME AND GET ME FUCKERS." My crying turned into maniacal laughing and I couldn't control myself anymore. I was rolling around on the ground twitching uncontrollably and laughing like I was just told the world's funniest joke. "Go and get him." Rachel told the cops. It seemed like everything was happening in slow-motion. The cops were walking towards me and I looked up to the sky and whispered "Forgive me Lyra." I then sliced the matches across my face and passed out, last hearing "Take him to the ward."