Her Demons (Ticci Toby x OC) (REDONE)

Chapter one: Reality

I let out a tired sigh as I ran a pale bony hand through my navy blue hair, my eyes worriedly scanning the room in front of me. I had just finished mopping the entire kitchen floor of the hellhole of a household in which I subsided, the smooth white tiles gleaming so bright you could see your reflection in them. I ran my thick black tongue along my teeth, my sharp fangs lightly nicking it as it passed over them. I hoped it would be clean enough for Him, though I doubted it immensely, the chilling memories of the last time I hadn't cleaned well enough replaying in my head like a broken record. I wrung out the mop, emptied out the cleaning fluid outside in the backyard, and came back inside to put the mop away just in time as He came barraging through the door, obviously drunk out of his mind. I winced slightly as I slowly walked to the door that concealed the basement steps behind them, my black converses only making my feet seem heavier. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Too late. He stumbled over to me, and grabbed the front of my faded maroon hoodie, tugging me forward. I could see the glazed-over look in his murky green eyes, and smell the alcohol on his breath. "I asked you a damn question!" He shook me. To his dismay, I remained silent, glaring up at him. He backhanded me instead, his knuckles slamming into the right side of my face and sending me stumbling back. I shook my head a few times, yelping as he shoved me through the now open doorway. I fell back, my hand clawing at the wall in a failing attempt to keep me up as I slipped down the dark staircase. Smacking into the cold stone wall instead I fell back, hitting the concrete floor with a 'thud!'. The door slammed behind me and a pair of heavy footsteps walked away, slowly fading from my sensitive hearing as they got farther and farther away. I laid there, motionless for a moment, before hesitantly sitting up, wincing as I gingerly felt the bruises forming along the spot where he had hit me. "Ow damn it..." I blinked a few times at the sound of my own voice, which was unnaturally deep and raspy, and winced at how painful it felt to speak. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the new lighting and stood, looking around the familiar room with a soft sigh. In the far left corner of the room was a large mirror, the glass cracked an dusty and stained with my blood in some parts from accidentally brushing against it. In the opposite corner was a table, about  three feet high, covered in various wrenches, bolts, screws, drills, and other things of the sort, a car engine sitting in the middle of the mess of tools. There were two windows on the wall closest to me, but the glass was too covered with dirt, dust and mold on both of them to see through. As I walked around, small spiders and crickets scurried for cover in the numerous nooks and crannies that the old stone walls provided. My eyes seemingly gave off a mysterious glow that helped light my path so I could see, which I guess was a good thing. The washing machine and the dryer were in a second basement on the other side of the house, which was much more well-kept than this one, but that piece of knowledge was useless to me. For the time being, anyway. I heard the door open and close quickly and a small pair of footsteps head down the stairs. I immediately knew who it was, a small smile twitching at the edge of my lips. "R-RJ..?" My sister Brandy called into the unknown darkness. "Yeah?" I croaked, looking around for the source of the voice. Her hand roamed the wall for a moment until she found the light switch, and flipped it on, a dying yellow light filling the room from a small light on the ceiling above me. She was small- smaller than me, and I'm no giant, only 5'4. She ran up to me, throwing her arms around my back and burying her face in my shoulder. "You're okay." She whispered, letting out a shaky sigh of relief. "For now." I spoke quietly, hugging her back just as tight. Looking up at me, her baby blue eyes filling with sadness tinted with regret as she gently ran her fingertips along the fresh marks He had given me. "He hit you didn't He?" I nodded. She buried her face in my shoulder again. "I'm so sorry." I pet her sandy blonde hair back, running my fingers through it. "Don't be. It wasn't your fault." "But I could have done something! It isn't fair you have to deal with this!" I sighed. "I am well aware of that, but I am nineteen and you are twelve and there's nothing either of us can do about it." She frowned at this, closing her eyes. "I wish there was." There was a long pause.

"Me too."