There (Haunted)

Chapter twenty-one

(I'm not going to be writing for a little while as i've just moved house (the house this story is based on) and I won't have any internet for a few weeks. Sorry! I will try to update whenever possible, thank you for all the reads!!! Xxx)

Layla pulls Williams head to the side to face her. He snap's back into reality.

"What? Huh? What? How did I get here?" He asks, blinks and rubs his eyes.

"Your in the hospital." Layla says very slowly.

"Oh for goodness sake. I know that!" He rolls his eyes.

"Alright! Alright! Calm down!" Layla stands straight and puts both hands in the air of a way of saying 'sorry' and 'calm down'.

"Wait. Where's Harry?" William begins to get up.

I step forward and help him as he struggles to get the grip of the chair he was sitting on. He pushes himself up and begins to walk. Ben says to Layla to go get a wheelchair from the corner of the very large room. Layla walks off to go get the wheelchair for her younger brother.

"Whys everyone walking off?" The twins say together, god, they're going that again.

"What? Harry walked off, why?" William asked.

"I don't know. He didn't say anything." I tell him.

Layla turns round with the wheelchair and brings it to William. We make him sit down and I wheel him towards the lift. As Jacob is about the push the button to open the doors they open and we see Harry with a tall mousy haired woman, around his age standing.

"Bye! Thanks!" She cheerfully says and moves around us to the canteen.

"What? She wanted a picture!" He says and puts his hands into his black skinny jeans pocket.

I notice something in his hand.

"Where did you go?" I ask.

"To my car." He says as we all get in.

"Why?" I stand next to him.

"To get these." He gets out some glasses, a dark pair.

I look down at William and he shivers but doesn't look up.

"You cold?" I ask him.

He shakes his head.

"Hey, move him back a little." Harry asks me.

I do. I put my back against the lift wall and Harry kneels in front of him. He lifts the glasses to William's head and put them on for him.

"Better?" Harry asks.

William nods and Harry gets up and stands next to me. The lift doors open and everyone gets out and Harry takes William's wheelchair from me. I stand in the lift for a few seconds. What were those glasses for? The lift doors begin to close and Harry shouts my name. I quickly slide out of the lift and begin to run towards them. It makes it hard to run as I still have my horse riding boots but I manage. We all head into William's room but I stop in the door way.

His room is a mess. The bed covers have been ripped. Flower pots have been smashed, blinds broken, door handles hanging out if the door. Doctors and nurses fill the room.

I heard one of them say that the cushions flew across the room!

"What the hell happened?" Harry asks.

"I don't know. I came in to see if you found William yet and it felt like something pushed me out of the room. Only a little shove. I could be mistaken as I saw the mess and I could of moved back myself. But I saw cushion and duvets move off the bed and... And..." Emily the nurses pauses and take a deep breath.

"Okay, calm down. Thats all we need thanks." Harry says to her and begins to walk out the room. "Oh, and a new room, thats if William is staying here much longer." He turns round and says with his usual grin.

We all walk out and stand outside the small hospital room. We stand in a small circle no one talking as we're looking inside the room watching the doctors hurry around.

"Harry?" I quietly say and tap him on the shoulder.

"Yeah?" He turns and looks at me.

"Where did you really go earlier?" I ask him.

His cheeks flush a little, but he stays calm. He knows he's going to have to tell a long story.

"Um, well. Lets walk." He says and we begin to walk away from the others.

He grabs William's wheelchair and slowly follows me up the corridor.

"Harry, where are we going?" William ask, obviously a little shocked as he's just realised he's moving.

"For a walk." Harry tells him.

"Why?"

"'Cause we need to tell a story."

"Oh."

I look back at them. But continue to walk a little further forward than them.

"So...?" I push Harry on so he can tell me that story.

"So... Where do we start?" Harry begins.

"Your acting like its a beginning to some fairytale of some sort!" William looks up at Harry and chuckles.

"Yeah, well, this was defiantly no fairytale! Basically when I was first born I went to live in my first house and William here lived next door. We always used to play out with the other boys and girls down the road every night. We were close but not that close. We used to go school together, and the funny thing is the first year of high school for me, so he was the third year. William got bullied by this group of year nines and a few year sevens. I knew some of the year sevens so I tried to talk them out of picking on him, so they did. But the big kids didn't. One day they were beating him up and I felt sorry for him so I beat the living crab out of all three of them." Harry tells me.

"Why did they pick on him?" I ask.

"I sitting right here you know!" William rolls his eyes.

"Apparently cause he's to perfect! Anyway, can I continue?" He ask and I nod. "After that we became good friends. But after collage we lost touch, not knowing we shared the same job. After I saved William's ass, I got into more and more fights at school. I had some trouble control myself. I even beat up my mum and nearly killed my sister. Oh and I killed a few birds and the neighbours cat. My mum thought it would be best for me to send me to a mental warden for my protecting. This was four years ago. But little I know William had been sent to the same one because..."

"Because I saw things. People. Dead people." William finishes his senctence.

"Thank you. But we had rooms next to each other and I manage to somehow to get we talked, about what he saw. I don't know why they let us. But I found out that if I put dark shades over his eyes he couldn't see ghosts anymore. And they let him out. I tried to control my anger and after six long hard months I managed. Luckily and got out and we did more films together and became good friends. That is how it goes, right?"

"Right!" William whispers.

"Wow." I am shocked.