This is different

Part 1- Last day

Toby didn't remember much about his past. He was forced to forget. He had no choice.

His older brother often taught him about the past, the good bits, when their dad was out.

Their mum had died when Toby's was 5. He was 11 now. His older brother was 16.

Toby's older brother wasn't often seen as his older brother. People would laugh and say that he wasn't really a boy.

"No, that's a girl." They would say.

"It's just a phase."

"She'll grow out of it."

Tubbo, even though being young, always protected his older brother from these people.

"No, he is a boy. He always has been, always will be. Your just silly if you don't know that." He would say.

Though toby could not often remember the past, he thought he'd remember this day forever.

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Shaking hands picked up the landline phone.

The door slammed and Toby flinched.

He dialed the number that was imprinted in his brain and stretched the cord to sit back in place next to his brother on the floor.

"It's gonna be ok will, i'ma gonna get us out of here. Or i'm gonna try." Toby whispered as the phone rang.

Blood was splattered on the floor and Toby looked away.

"Hi, i'm sam, how can i help today."

Tobys voice shook as he spoke.

"I- I need help."

"Hey, it's ok, what's up?"

Silence.

"Hey, you called us for a reason, do you want to talk a bit and then tell me?"

"A bit."

"Ok, what's your name?"

"T-Toby."

"That's a nice name."

"T-Thank you. I l-like yours."

"Thank you. How old are you toby?"

"11."

"Thank you for telling me now what's your favourite colour?"

"Yellow. Can you help me? I don't know how long he'll be gone."

"How long who will be gone?"

"My dad. He said he was going out."

"Ah, can you tell me why you called us please toby?" Sam said.

"M-My dad hurt my brother. He left. He's hurt me too."

"Where is your brother now?"

"He's next to me." Toby awnsered.

"I see. Can i talk to him?"

"No. He's sleeping."

"Sleeping?"

"Yeah. Hes sleeping."

"Can you wake him up?"

"No. Please can you get us out of here?"

"I can try, toby. While i do something about this how about you tell me about your brother."

"He's 16. H-His favourite colour is yellow. He likes playing guitar."