Let's Be Different

2. The Boy in the Basement

Chapter 2

A figure lay in the bed, seemingly unconscious.
It was the man from last night
The saviour
You pulled your body from the metallic ground and heaved yourself up onto the bed. It's frail wooden structure creaked under your weight.
His pale figure lay peacefully under the thin sheet.

Inhale
Exhale
You watched him breathe

His shirt stained red from the blood. The beatings. His bruises. His cuts

And then you remember...
Your neck
And begin inspecting yourself for bruises and cuts. Just like the man, you were covered in them. Visible through your thin jumper, were blood stains and dark bruises.
You whimpered as you gently pressed one, waking the sleeping man.

He seemed startled to have a visitor, even though you weren't visiting.

"Who are you? Where are we?" Were the first words shot out of his mouth. He took a few seconds to look you over before squeaking out an, "Oh my god, are you alright? Don't answer that, actually." He quickly tried to stand up, falling down onto the concrete floor, HARD.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry." He whimpered as he tried to stand. He immediately fell straight back onto the ground. You pick up one of his hands from the cold floor. It melts perfectly into yours.
"I'm Pj." He gazed into your E/C eyes.
"Name's Y/N, are you alright?" You ask hesitantly.
"I'll be alright. But you need bandages. Come on." He stood himself up and pulled you along as he navigated you both through the corridors.
After a few minutes, you found yourself being sat upon a bathroom vanity. Pj pulled various things from the cabinets, including a washcloth, some bandages, and an overpacked bag of who knows what.
He turned on the faucet and held the washcloth under the warm water for a few seconds, before saying, "Y/N, I think I should tell you what's going on."