The Boy In The Photograph

// seven //

Why am I in the basement? I do not remember coming down here.

"Hello Peyton." I hear his deep voice, and Andy walks out of the darkness in the basement.

"How did I get down here?" I ask, kind of angrily.

Why does he think he can just bring me down here without me knowing?

"Sorry, don't be frightened. I just needed to talk to you. About why I'm still here. I saw you and your psychic friend down here earlier and heard what he said about it being wierd that I'm still here, so I figured I would tell you my theory to that."

"Ok, well could you maybe not drag me out of bed in the middle of the night. It's kind of rude." I say and he frowns.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't know how else to get you down here without your boys seeing you come down here."

"Well, the last time I went down here without them knowing Oli freaked out and I told him I wouldn't do it again so I need to go." I say and start to walk up the stairs but he grabs my hand and his grip is ice cold.

I gasp and he pulls back. "I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking. You can go, I'm sorry." He says and quickly retreats back into the shadows.

I walk up the stairs, but stop. I kind of feel bad for being mad at him like that when he just wants my help. I walk back down into the basement.

"Andy?" I say and he appears across the room.

"Yes?" He replies and raises his eyebrows.

"I'm sorry too, I shouldn't be so mad at you. Will you tell me your theory now?" I say and he grins.

"Ok." He sits down against the wall and I sit next to him. "So you know the story of how Juliet and I got murdered, yes?" I nod my head. "Ok, well I think that the reason I'm still here is because I have to find the murderer. The police never could crack the case, so I feel that it's my purpose for still being here. I mean, why else would I be here?"

He runs a hand through his hair and sighs. Is that a tear on his cheek? He begins to really cry and I lay a hand on his thigh.

He looks down at my hand on his leg and I remove it. He shakes his head and puts my hand back on his leg. He intertwines our fingers and I freeze. What is he doing?

He looks at me and sees my facial expression and let's go of me. "Sorry, it's just been a while since anyone has touched me."

"Ok, I think I should go now." I say and get up and he nods.

"Goodbye, Peyton."

"Bye."