Y/n's pov

Time seemed to stand still for a second as the items fell to the floor. Your vision became blurred but once focused revealed a pitch black room. Like an electric shock, cold swept through your body numbing your brain.

Your quivering arms wrapped tightly around your also shaking frame, the fear and cold creeping through your body. For some unfathomable reason to you recalling it unsettled you to no end. Yet the curiosity and longing overcame the primal instinct. You felt claustrophobic and nauseous as the cold seemed to seep past your skin and into your insides.

Distantly you could feel someone shaking you but your mind was all too focused on trying to recall the distant memory that you desperately wanted to get out of. You tried calling out for someone, anyone, but all that came out was low mumbling sound that only somewhat resemble speaking. Opening your mouth to scream you felt even more terrified seeing that all that came out was a cloud of vapour.

You couldn't run, you couldn't talk, you couldn't even see. The only companion you had in this unfamiliar place was the deadly cold spreading throughout your body. And not to be forgotten was the deafening static that rose in pitch with each passing second.

A hard shove to your side seemed to snap you out of your troubled state. Shooting up from the bed you let out a hoarse yelp. Gaining back mobility your eyes suddenly focused and the world around you became clear. Toby sat above you with a pale face and wide unblinking eyes. With his warm hand on your shoulder it was obvious how hard your body was shaking. "What d-did you see?" He almost whispered.

"I... I don't know." You muttered in a raspy voice. "It was so dark, b-but it was so cold." You stuttered feeling dizzy trying to recalling the memory.

His shoulders relaxed and he let out an anxious sigh. "Cold," he restated, still stressed, but thoughtfully. You looked up at him not understanding. "It's your trigger for f-flashbacks. It happens t-to me too but my triggers a-are different." He said pausing before he finished. "I'm sure E.J. can d-describe it better t-than I can though." He said rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

He glanced back at you, catching a glimpse of your slightly shaking hands. Inching out of his chair he seemed reminded of his original goal. "I'll m-make you some wa-warm water to help your throat." He said fluttering around the room getting styrofoam cups and popping both that and the water into the microwave.

While he had his back to you you could stare freely, it was visible there was something wrong with him. His shoulder or hand would jerk suddenly but somehow his walk was graceful and almost defensive, like he was waiting for something attack him. Redirecting your gaze you looked towards the rotating piece of styrofoam as Toby stood next to the machine awkwardly. Once it beeped notifying Toby it was the proper temperature.

He sat beside you as you gently slurped at the steaming water; something he prayed would persuade you to talk more. Although your appetite had long since shriveled up and died due to the literal days you had been asleep. But the liquid helped to soothe some of the aching in your throat.

Toby head rested gently against your stomach as he told you stories about what it was like before your "accident", lies obviously. He brushed past the part about how you actually got to the middle of the woods, much like the story of why you were asleep for so long. Of course he wasn't intending on telling you the real truth about either.

Instead he replaced it with a tales about how you two ran away from your horrid parents, how he saved you from them, and how his boss offered you both jobs to work for him. As for the "accident" he detailed about how you tripped and hit your head while lost in the woods late one night and nearly froze to death; him finding and saving you in the end of course.

As delusional as he was he could recognize he was manipulating you, but he couldn't help it. And in a messed up way he didn't mind, this was his chance to be your hero, your protector; a fresh start for him.

He muttered sweet tales of how great of a couple you two were, a soft smile playing at his lips. "And w-we would cook together every night and fall asleep in t-the same bed," he paused and let out a pleased sigh as he fiddled with a strand of your hair. The situation felt off to you, he felt off to you, but you were determined to be polite to the teen who claimed to be your boyfriend.

A light knockout the door notified you both of another person's presence. The door opened and Jack strutted in. "Good afternoon Y/n, Toby," he greeted nodding at each of us. Toby nodded back while you made a waving motion with the hand that wasn't held captive in Toby's. He went on to explain his point of view on what had occurred while Jack stepped out, detailing his theory on how your trigger was cold objects or just cold in general.

Jack nodded thoughtfully as he spoke, he took to writing down notes in a dark green composition notebook. His writing faltered when Toby mentioned how you had gotten "lost in the woods" E.J. wasn't stupid he assumed Toby wouldn't tell you the whole truth but to completely altutre the story was something he wasn't expecting. The look in Toby's eyes pleaded with him to just go with it. He felt disgusted with Toby's actions, but what did he expect from a place like this?

Once he finished taking down the inaccurate notes and closed the notebook. He kicked Toby out soon after, much to his dismay. Your vitals were once again checked and you were given a soggy bowl of microwaved oatmeal. You had insisted that you already eaten but Jack wasn't having that. Biting the bullet you gave in, you took small bites and scowled angrily at the soggy substance. You almost missed Toby's presence, almost. Though at the moment you had no clue how much you would hate it tomorrow.