Lost (A Ticci-Toby Love Story)

'just kill them...' 'yeah, they will never be mourned over!' 'They deserve to die!' "S-shut up!" I shouted into my pillow as the voices got louder.  "Rebecca, are you ok, sweetie?" My mother called from the hallway. "Y-yes ma'am, I'm f-fine." I replied, twitching.  I'm Rebecca Smith, I have Anxiety and Tourette Syndrome, a neurological disorder characterized by involuntary tics and vocalizations and often the compulsive utterance of obscenities, which means I twitch and stutter a lot. I also hear whispers in my head. It's been like that since I started Elementary school. I've been bullied and beat up so much and then I started getting these whispers. They aren't as bad as you would think. They give me company some days, but there can be days where they can be a total pain. Like this morning. They have been talking like this since the day I was beat up in the gym. This was three weeks ago. Mandy and her g**g of plastics.  "Rebecca! Breakfast is ready!" My mom calls from downstairs.  "I'm c-coming." I say getting up and taking my medicine.  "Good morning sweets! Ready for school today?" My mother asks as I look around the room.  "Y-yeah, I'm ready.." I say.  "He isn't here, I promise, he left for work this morning." My mother said, talking about her ex-husband (My "father"). He would come in late, drunk, and start yelling at my mother and cussing her out while hitting on her then coming to me and beating me. You see, he's the reason I am like I am... He's the reasons for the whispers mainly.  "Oh... Ok." I say, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.  "Here is your lunch and if you need me... You call me! We don't need another episode like last year." My mother says, reminding me of the breakdown I had my 10th grade year. The whispers started to scream, causing me to yell out in frustration wanting them to stop, to just hush and I ended up having to go to a mental ward for three whole weeks. (Which wasn't that bad...).  "I will, I p-promise!" I say and then twitched, making my neck pop.  "I love you Becca." My mom says, hugging me. "I love you too m-mom." I say, hugging her back. I let go and head out the door to the bus and I hear the people start chanting.  "Ticci-Toby!" They chant, I look over and see my neighbor and friend, Toby Rodgers ("Ticci-Toby") Me and him together are what the school calls a 'freak show.' "Guys, s-stop it! He hasn't done anyt-thing to a-anyone!" I shout.  "Oh lookie! T-ticci-T-toby has a girlfriend! P-perfect little freak show pair!" One guy shouts.  "Guys! Leave them alone! They aren't doing anything to harm you!" The bus driver shouts.  "Yet." I mumble under my breath. Toby looks at me and smiles shyly. "T-thanks." He says, twitching.  "No p-problem! My f-fellow twitcher!" I say smiling and high-fiveing him.  "I heard w-what you mumbled b-back there... I'll h-help you!" He says, laughing and twitching. I giggle and sit in the very back seat with Toby.