Her Demons (Ticci Toby x OC) (REDONE)

Chapter 5: What?

I tilted my head, confused. "What?" Mary cleared her throat and asked the question again. "What happened? Why were you in the middle of the woods, alone, with a bullet stuck between your ribs?" Okay, I get that she probably means well and all, but seriously! We just met! "Um..." I hesitated. "I... Don't really... Wanna talk about it..." She frowned. "Are you sure? Is everything alright?" I sighed. "It's kind of a sensitive subject I'd prefer not to talk about." She nodded in understanding. "Alright." My gaze fell to the ground, tracing the lines in the floorboards as an eerie silence settled over the room. "So..." Marx cleared his voice. "Anything you're particularly good at?" I shrugged, looking back up. "I'm not really sure. I've never bothered to find out." "Huh." He made a poker face and went back to watching his show. I shifted my hips and rested my arms on my thighs, my shoulders hunching over. "Is there anybody else that lives here I should know about?" Mary thought for a moment. "There's nobody that lives here, but there are other people around." "Oh." "Yeah. Of course..." She started. "This is a pretty small town, not a lot of people. So if you don't wanna be found out, I suggest you don't leave the house because news gets around here pretty quickly." I nodded again. "So... How long am I stuck here?" "It depends. I could kick you out tonight, but I'm not gonna because that could result in you getting shot again." "Again?" "Yeah. People here all have their own guns." I facepalmed. "Hey, it's not my fault. This town only has about twenty, maybe thirty people in total, so we don't have our own police station. That kind of thing is up to us." With a slight nod I slowly stood. "Feel free to look around, I don't have anything going on at the moment." That's all I needed to hear. She waved me off as I started down the hall, then went back to watching the documentary with Marx once I was out of her line of sight. I slipped around a corner and into a bathroom, then closed the door and turned on the light. The toilet had a wood lid with a porcelain toilet bowl, and the shiny mahogany-wood floor reflected the room. There was marble counter with a mirror that went up to almost the ceiling that stretched the length of the counter, and a mahogany wood cabinet attached to the wall held the counter up. I unzipped my hoodie, and lifted my tank top... Revealing bandages that were tightly wrapped around a layer of gauze that covered my abdomen from just above my belly button to a few inches below my chest. (Which was actually pretty flat.) With a sigh I dropped my tank top so it went back down, and I zipped my jacket back up and turned off the light before leaving the room. I went back into the living room to see Mary picking up a black leather purse after dropping a wallet into it, and I cleared my throat. "Where are you going?" She looked up and grabbed her keys off a coat hanger mounted on the wall. "To the 7-Eleven down the street. Wanna come?" "Sure." I shrugged. "I got nothing better to do anyway." "Marx, I'll be back." She opened the door and let me out, then closed and locked the door behind me and started down the gravel driveway to the old black pickup at the end of it. "Get in." She unlocked the car and hopped in the driver's seat, and I got in the passenger seat. We both put on our seatbelts after she started the car, and I sat back when we began pulling out of the driveway. Mary checked the rear view mirror and backed onto the road, then started down the street. "So..." She said after about five minutes of awkward silence. "How bad was the bullet wound?" "Not that bad, I've seen worse. But..." She glanced at me from the corner of her eye. "How come your blood's the wrong color?" "What do you mean?" "It's black." I went silent. "I'm assuming that means you don't want to talk about it?" Her question was met with more silence. "Alright then." The car began to stop, and I looked up to see she was pulling into the 7-Eleven parking lot. She turned off the car and we both got out, and started toward the door. She held it open and I gave a slight nod before slipping inside, watching as she followed after me. "Hey Mary!" A voice called.