Chapter 4
Ticci-Toby's POV
I laid on the couch, watching Jeff play games out of boredom. I was bored out of my mind. Masky was out with Hoodie and Marie left about two hours ago, so I couldn't really hang out with anyone. As I laid there, the front door was slammed open, making me jump up in surprise. I turned and saw Kristi there, covered in blood. She was crying very hard, unable to speak in complete sentences. I went to her and looked around. Where's Marie? I looked back at Kristi and asked in worry, "Where's Marie?"
She sniffled and shook her head, not even speaking to me. I heard footsteps come to me and saw Slenderman running to us. He pulled Kristi to her feet and asked quickly, "What happened to you? Where's Marie? What's going on?"
Kristi hugged Slenderman tightly, finally answering in a stutter, "I-It was Marie. S-She tried to k-kill me! I tried to talk to h-her, but she wouldn't listen! I h-had to protect myself! Oh, Slendy!"
She buried her face in Slenderman's chest, making him comfort her. As he was talking to her, I stared at her in shock. Marie tried to kill her? I thought, unable to ponder the idea. Why would she do that? I thought she was happy to see her mother. I guess we thought wrong. Slenderman faced me and ordered, "Help me take her to the Doctor Smiley."
I did as I was told, helping Slenderman take Kristi to Doctor Smiley.
??? POV
"Are you sure she's not dead?"
"I'm absolutely sure! She's still warm and she still has color on her face. She's definitely alive!"
"Poor thing. Who would do something to someone so young?"
I felt something touch my cheek, sending a little bit of chills down my spine.
"Did you see that?" a little girl's voice asked. "She just shivered! She's still alive!"
My eyes fluttered open, taking in a bright light. The light was shining over me, blinding me a little. My back was on something hard and flat, but my head was laid on something soft and plush. I looked around and saw five people hovering over me, staring at my face. In reflex, I tried to sit up only to have something sharp hit my stomach and head. "Ouch," I mumbled, propping an elbow up.
A man who was in his forties put a hand on my shoulder, saying quickly, "Whoa there, miss! You better laid back down. You don't want to get yourself more."
I laid my head back on what turned out to be a pillow and looked at the people more. The man, who was on my right, had dark brown hair and chocolate eyes, his hair having a few gray ones. He was in a pink t-shirt, blue jeans, and knee high boots. Next to him was a woman who looked like she was thirty, with blonde hair and baby blue eyes. She wore a blue t-shirt, knee length shorts, and knee length boots, as well. She had a relieved expression on her face, as if she received great news. On my left was two kids about my age, one boy and one girl. They must be twins since they look almost exactly alike; the only thing that isn't the same was their eyes. The girl had brown eyes while the boy had a blue eye and brown eye. They both had light brown hair, a yellow t-shirt, shorts, and yellow running shoes. Lastly, in between my legs was a girl no more than five years old. Her blonde hair was in pigtails and she wore a bright orange sundress with sunflowers on it.
Her blue eyes stared into my eyes, making me a little uncomfortable. Her father must've noticed since he said, "Lilith, stop staring and get off the poor girl."
The girl, or Lilith, got off of me, letting me breathe easier. I looked at the man and asked, "Who are you? Where am I? What happened?"
The man looked at his wife and back at me. "My name's Mark Lloyd," he introduced himself, pointing at his family, "My wife's Karren Lloyd. These are my children, Sarah, Tobias, and Lilith Lloyd. You're at our farm, miss...?"
I ignored the long pause and slowly sat up, Missus Lloyd helping me sit up. I looked at my surroundings. The room looked like it was a living room, but it didn't have a sofa in there. There was a table not too far from me that was covered in supplies, maybe to sew something up. I glanced down and saw a bandage wrapped around my stomach and chest. I had a navy blue dress around my shoulders, so I didn't worry about being exposed. I looked at Mister Lloyd and asked, "What happened?"
"I was walking in the woods, hunting, when we heard a noise," he started to explain, looking a little sad. "I followed the noise and saw you sitting on the ground, covered in blood. You had been hit by something on the stomach. You were almost dead before I decided to take you home. My wife here stitched up your wound and you'll be better soon. Can you tell me where you live?"
I looked at my lap for a second, furrowing my eyebrows. Where do I live? I asked myself. Who are my parents? I looked back at Mister Lloyd and answered back, "I don't remember."
His eyes widened for a second, looking back at Missis Lloyd. She gasped at this, covering her mouth. She asked in a quiet voice, "Do you remember anything at all?"
I shook my head no, making her sigh sadly. "You poor thing," she said symethetically. "You got hurt and you don't even remember who you are." She looked at Mister Lloyd and said quickly, "We have to take care of her, Mark. She can't go out there by herself."
He nodded in agreement at this, looking at me. He picked me up like a baby and carried me to a room that was pink and welcoming. "This is Sarah's room," he informed, putting me in bed. "She won't mind this at all. You'll be staying with us from now on. Get some rest. You need it."
He left the room, closing the door behind me. I laid on the soft bed and stared at the pale ceiling. Who am I? I thought, feeling my eyes close. Why can't I remember who I am?