Basketcase

A Brief Explanation

Chapter Four

"Knock knock," a voice cheered muffled but catching my attention distinctively. Did someone just say 'knock knock'?  Banging erupted from outside, a fierce force building each hit. I rolled my head to the noise. Okay so now their trying break in.

The banging suddenly stopped, a furrowed nest of crinkled skin on my forehead released followed by a light sensation tricking across the skin. Another bang struck consistently. Got it. My eyelids loosened, barely squinting and faintly glared at the white rectangle across the way. Slowing elevating up, my back hunched over the bedside. Following the blaring sounds of discomfort, I blinked multiple times, my vision mildly clearing. My head nodded lazily, sliding off the bed edge, my body drifting weightlessly toward the door. A smile softly cracking my lips, my lungs filling as I grasped the knob. The touch of brass tingling slightly to the tips of my fingers, pressing my hand flat as I push down.

A wisp of air rush in, fiercely jolting me back. The force knocking me into a wobble and the wood colliding with my forehead, compelling me to the ground. Pain stroked waves of constant throbbing amidst my forehead. A clenching response tightened my eyes a moment, heightened senses, alert to the whipping odour of aftershave stuffing the air. Well, that woke me up. The room shook and spun, whirling into a blur of modern colour. I laid a hand over my eye, massaging my palm upward. That's when I noticed a clump putting pressure on the back of my neck. My arm felt up the back of my shirt, tracing the lump until the collar. My hand reached in pulled out a clump of fabric. Oh, it's a hood. Following through, it came over my head.

"Ah sorry, mate," a voice comforted, reaching out their hand. My stare blurred at the mesh of pale skin, hovering in my face. Mate?

"Hey! Look you're on the ground again!" another voice commented. I lifted my head slightly to the second voice, my vision cut by the hood in my face. That voice... It seems... A fan of air swatted in my face, knocking me off guard and wobbling to the ground again. Laying my head still, my eyes closed with a small breath. They opened to a crowd of heads peering over in a circle. My eye shifted around. Five. The last being a curly brown haired boy on the end, a wicked smile clung to his lips.

I blinked. Who are these guys? A shock of pain struck, my jaw tightening and clicked as reflex, bitting the tip my tongue. I moved my palm to my forehead, cupping the ache. "What do you guys want?" I mumbled.

I turned to the curly haired boy, "Well, you see," he began, his smile strangely widening with each word he spoke. "You didn't get to meet the rest of the fellas so I brought them ova'!" he smiled excitedly, head bobbing and curls nodding. His accent seems exaggerated. "And!" he went on, "We wanted to know if you'd come swimmin' with us."

I stopped rubbing my forehead. "Great..." I croaked. Signing, I rolled to my side reaching my hand out to the floor. A force clasp onto my arm and yanked forward, uncontrollably throwing me to stumble toward a crowd of bodies. My own wavered in the air as my feet tried breaking. "Woah," I blurted. Wobbling forward, my foot stepped back catching balance. "What was that?" I asked, my gaze steadying on the three in front. The three boys stood defensively throwing their hands up to shoulder height. I raised my head to the curly haired boy who seemed only to smile along with the other slightly taller boy.

"We were helpin' ya'," the blue-eyed boy replied.

I shook my head and inhaled a deep breath. I slowly crept back to the bed, falling forward into the covers, whispering, "Sleep," repeatedly. A few moments of silence passed and I rolled onto my back, dangling my bare feet over the edge. "Okay, got it." I complied. "But what is this? I mean, who are you?"

"I'm Lou-" the blue-eyed boy raised his hand, beginning to point his left, "and this is Harry-" The curly haired boy punch Lou's shoulder.

"Lou!" he wined, his voice rang wildly, "I can introduce myself."