Isaiah

no so it's saying it's saying that like because he can't feel pain he like nervously bites at his fingers yeah and he's like fucking biting off the skin yeah yeah yeah that's a big problem with like uh especially like little kids who have those conditions where they can't feel pain they'll like gnaw their lips off and like fingers and stuff because they can't i've heard of the lips thing it's pretty crazy like you can bite holes into your cheeks and shit when his mother walked in on him while he was doing so she reacted horribly he rushed him downstairs and grabbed the first aid kit wrapping his hands in bandages

Afterward, she demanded that he wouldn't leave her side again. Toby isolated himself so much that he grew to hate being around others. His memory grew glitchy as well. He'd start missing memory of minutes, hours, days, and so on. He would begin talking nonsense about things completely unrelated to the conversations he would have.

Afterward, she demanded that he wouldn't leave her side again. Toby isolated himself so much that he grew to hate being around others. His memory grew glitchy as well. He'd start missing memory of minutes, hours, days, and so on. He would begin talking nonsense about things completely unrelated to the conversations he would have.

Afterward, she demanded that he wouldn't leave her side again. Toby isolated himself so much that he grew to hate being around others. His memory grew glitchy as well. He'd start missing memory of minutes, hours, days, and so on. He would begin talking nonsense about things completely unrelated to the conversations he would have.

He also has several mental conditions that he's constantly bullied for. He's been through a traumatic episode and now his sister is dead. No, no, fine.

He also has several mental conditions that he's constantly bullied for. He's been through a traumatic episode and now his sister is dead. No, no, fine.

He also has several mental conditions that he's constantly bullied for. He's been through a traumatic episode and now his sister is dead. No, no, fine.

It's funny to imagine the husband is the one who brought it up eventually. Like, damn, Connie, why don't we... Goddamn, Connie, can you not take him to see a therapist?

It's funny to imagine the husband is the one who brought it up eventually. Like, damn, Connie, why don't we... Goddamn, Connie, can you not take him to see a therapist?

It's funny to imagine the husband is the one who brought it up eventually. Like, damn, Connie, why don't we... Goddamn, Connie, can you not take him to see a therapist?

Connie walked Toby into the building, holding his hand and guiding him in. She walked him up to the front desk and began talking to the lady who sat behind it. Mrs. Rogers? The lady asked.

Connie walked Toby into the building, holding his hand and guiding him in. She walked him up to the front desk and began talking to the lady who sat behind it. Mrs. Rogers? The lady asked.

Connie walked Toby into the building, holding his hand and guiding him in. She walked him up to the front desk and began talking to the lady who sat behind it. Mrs. Rogers? The lady asked.

The lady stood and led them down a long hallway. Toby looked at the framed artwork down the halls and tuned in to the sound of the lady's high heels on the hardwood floor. She opened the door to a room with a table and two chairs.

The lady stood and led them down a long hallway. Toby looked at the framed artwork down the halls and tuned in to the sound of the lady's high heels on the hardwood floor. She opened the door to a room with a table and two chairs.

The lady stood and led them down a long hallway. Toby looked at the framed artwork down the halls and tuned in to the sound of the lady's high heels on the hardwood floor. She opened the door to a room with a table and two chairs.

He smiled and held the door open. Toby stumbled into the room and sat down at the table. He looked over at his mother and the lady before the door slowly shut behind them. He looked around the room before he held up his tightly bandaged hands and began to bite at the bandages to unwrap his hands.

He smiled and held the door open. Toby stumbled into the room and sat down at the table. He looked over at his mother and the lady before the door slowly shut behind them. He looked around the room before he held up his tightly bandaged hands and began to bite at the bandages to unwrap his hands.

He smiled and held the door open. Toby stumbled into the room and sat down at the table. He looked over at his mother and the lady before the door slowly shut behind them. He looked around the room before he held up his tightly bandaged hands and began to bite at the bandages to unwrap his hands.

He was interrupted as the door swung open and a young woman in a black and spotted dress with light blonde hair stepped in, holding a clipboard and a pen. "'Toby?' she asked with a smile. Toby looked up at her and nodded." Nice to meet you, Toby. My name is Dr. Oliver. She put her hand out for him to shake by hesitantly.