Her Demons (Ticci Toby x OC) (REDONE)

Chapter 4: Into the woods

I awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright with my hands holding my head. I immediately regretted doing so when waves of pain shot through my left side, making me flinch. I didn't know how long I had been unconscious, or where I was at the moment, but I knew I wasn't in the forest anymore. With a sigh I looked up, to try and take in my current surroundings. The room was dark, really dark, but from where I was I could make out a table in the middle of the room with various items scattered across it, as well as a bed in the left corner. I was sitting on something soft that had a somewhat smooth, leathery texture to it, and I could feel little beads trickling under my limbs as I shifted. I assumed it was a beanbag chair, or at least something similar. I tried to sit up, but something rough, stiff, and extremely tight wrapped around my midsection kept me from doing so. I placed a hand on my stomach and felt around, my fingertips being met with bandages. Great. Just great. I frowned and sat back, praying to some crazy extent of my mind that whoever found me and took care of my bullet wound wasn't a pedophile, or a rapist, or anything like that. Yeah right. I sighed. With my luck, I'm probably in some crazy-ass mental institution... Or maybe a biology lab. Or at least some part of it. With a sharp inhalation of breath, and using the wall and several tries, I finally did manage to stand up. I slowly walked over to what I assumed to be the door, tense and ready to run to a far corner of the room if necessary, and hesitantly reached out. It suddenly slammed open to reveal a disheveled-looking brunette who was carrying some boxes, and light from in the hallway behind her began spilling into the doorway. She looked at me and cocked her head slightly to the side. "Huh. I didn't think you'd be awake already. Oh well, my mistake." She set the boxes down and flicked a light switch, and a multi-headed lamp in the corner I had woken up in lit up. She turned to me, a warm smile on her face. "Sorry 'bout that, allow me to properly introduce myself." She stuck a paint-splattered hand out. "I'm Mary. Mary Greenauis." I nodded, keeping both of my arms stiff at my sides. Instead of being offended she simply shrugged and went back to sorting out the items in the boxes. At closer glance, I noted that she had striking green eyes and several freckles dotting across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. A pair of black thick-framed glasses with shiny, reflective lenses sat on her nose as well, and she pushed them up when they slipped down her face too far. I stood in silence, my eyes following her every move as she organized things. Every movement, every breath, every blink of an eye, every muscle twitch I saw, not missing anything. She didn't appear too dangerous, as there were no visible weapons on her except a small box opener blade in her back pocket, but I couldn't be too sure. "Where am I?" I finally spoke after a long awkward silence. "You're in my house." Was my reply. I rolled my eyes. "Well thanks captain obvious, but I'm serious. Where the hell am I?" She grunted and stood up. "You're in a little town called Huntersville, Virginia." ((No that's not a real place, so don't go looking for it.)) I nodded. "And I'm here because?" "Because I found you passed out in the woods, and you would have either bled to death or died of infection if I didn't bring you in and fix you up." I nodded again, letting her words sink in. She finished up what she was doing and nudged my elbow, pulling me out of my trance. "C'mon, I'll show you the rest of the house." She turned toward the doorway and began to walk down the hall. I quickly followed, taking in everything as we went. She walked into what appeared to be a living room, with a large leather wraparound couch and a turquoise  stained glass table in the middle of the space. On the couch was a human male, about 5'9, with black hair that was spiked back. He had on a black and neon green checked hoodie, blue jeans, belted combat boots, and his eyes were blue with gold specks in them. "Whatever your name is, this is my friend Marx. Marx, say hi." The boy gave a brisk wave, obviously engrossed in the television documentary that was playing. "... I'm RJ." I made the hesitant decision to give her my name. She still didn't seem all that dangerous, but I still didn't trust her. Mary nodded. "Cool." She flopped on the couch next to Marx. He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. She eagerly pat the spot next to her, and I slowly sat down. "So..." She started. "What happened?"