This chapter's plot comes from help_imdissapearing :)
Sorry if how I interprete it disappoints you!

Trigger warning!

I'm not sure if this is needed, but I just wanted to make sure I don't end up causing a panic attack or something!

Suicidal thoughts (just thoughts, none of it is acted on in any way!)

Running away? Kind of, I'm not exactly sure

Assumed cheating (don't worry, nobody really cheats and I don't plan on making anyone be a cheater!)

Slight angst? Kinda, I dunno

~Toby's POV~

I watched in horror as Masky pulled away from Hoodie. Oh God. The shirtless Brian looked at me with a smirk. No, no, no! Tim glared at me angrily
“Haven't you ever heard of privacy, Rogers?” he spat as I felt my eyes water and my throat tighten up
“N-no...” I sniffled “Don't do this to me, please!” I shouted as I began crying “I love you too much for this!”

I woke up in a cold sweat, with teary eyes, sitting up immediately. I looked around, breathing heavily as I began to sob “No!” I shouted “No, no, no!”

My eyes felt like waterfalls as I jumped out of my bed and pulled my shoes on. I got to the door and struggled with the handle “F-fuck!” I punched the wall before finally managing to pull the door open and run out to the hall, then down the stairs, wailing. I heard a door or two open just before I pulled the mansion door open.
“Tobias?” I heard Tim ask as I ran out into the woods.
“Toby!” Jane shouted after me.
But I kept running, as fast as I could.

While I ran, those words echoed through my head

‘Haven't you ever heard of privacy, Rogers?’

I have, but he's your best friend! I'm your fucking boyfriend!

But...he wouldn't really...right? They're just friends, right?!

I felt myself drift off into my thoughts, still running.

He could've done it. He could be doing it. They share a room even though it's not necessary. Why would they share a room? Why?

Why would he even love me when he's known Brian for so much longer?!

If he doesn't love me, I might as well be dead.
That doesn't sound too bad.
Maybe I should just kill myself. How should I do it? I could borrow one of Jeff's knives. I could find a cliff...maybe I could steal some of Timothy's pills. Or find a rope and learn how to tie a noose. Take a bath with a toaster.

I'd look better dead, too.

I could start another fire, maybe this one will really take my life unlike the first.

Before I knew it, I was lost, in the middle of the woods. I had no idea where I was and just looked around cluelessly.

I sniffled and rubbed my eyes, sitting down with my back against a tree.
I struggled to clear my throat and began to sing through my shaky voice, tears running down my cheeks.

"I’ve got miles of regrets and confusing friends" When I sing, it's the only time I don't stutter.

"But perhaps it’s just my stupid head in the end"
I like my voice without the stutter, so I take advantage of it, tune out every other noise.

Thinkin' "should I wait here or make my way home?"
You said "Go"

To be continued! Bye bye darlings!
-Axel