The Boy In The Basement// h.s AU✅

TBITB|| VIII

Chapter Eight of 'The Boy In The Basement':

 Monitors beeping in the distant made me open my eyes. I looked around. Where am I? A lady in scrubs walked past me with some files in hand. Am I in the hospital? I sit up, looking over to my left. There is a woman, and a man, and then a young girl, maybe in her mid-twenties.

"What's going on?" I asked. None of them flinched nor looked up at me. A doctor then emerged out from a door that was on the left side of our chairs. The woman and man snatched their heads up, and jumped right out of their seats.

 I hopped out from my chair as well. The doctor had a pain expression on his face as he looked at the family standing before him. "How is he?" The woman asked with a scratchy voice. The doctor sighed sadly and flipped open his yellow folder.

"It seems that he is in a forced coma," The doctor began. The woman gasped and yelped, and cried into the mans chest right beside her. The man slowly wrapped his left right arm around his wife, I'm guessing.

"You put him in a coma?" The man asked. The doctor nodded. "He has internal bleeding, and many broken bones." The doctor frowned. The woman began wailing with pain. The man looked down with sorrow.

"This is all my fault." He whispered among himself. "Dad, it wasn't your fault." The girl finally spoke up. I looked over at her, and it came hitting me in the head. She is the girl that hung herself.

"Alice? Are you okay?" My mum's voice is what pulled me out of my dream. That dream was very weird. I opened my eyes, and I was soon swarmed with pain from my head, down to my knee. I whimpered and gritted my teeth.

"Oh, dear. Don't do that. Just stay in bed today." Mum frowned and put a damp washcloth on my forehead. I closed my eyes. "What happened?" I asked and kept my eyes closed. I have a major headache, and my jaw hurts. It hurts to keep my eyes open, and even talk.

"We heard a loud thump from upstairs. Your dad and I went to check it out, and you fell from the attic door! How clumsy can you be?" She scolds me playfully. Then it all came flooding back into my head. The red eyes, the little girl, the voice, the attic, me not having any control over my body. And Harry saving me from--whatever that was.

"We can go get you signed up for school tomorrow. You are beat up pretty bad. Plus, many large bruises." Mum shook her head and touched my thigh. I hissed under the touch and yanked my thigh back. "I'm sorry, hunny. Here, let me go get you some medicine." Mum gently placed a light kiss on my forehead and made her way out of my room.

 I'm coming in.

I have never been so grateful to hear that whisper in my head. I smiled and awaited for Harry to turn up. He saved me from that little kid--even though I don't fully believe that she was evil. Those eyes scared me though. What was that?

 An tingly sensation in my thigh made me jump back. Peppermints filled the air, and I relaxed, letting my tensed muscles relax into the mattress below me. "Hi, Harry." I breathed. Harry slowly appeared sitting on the bed, rubbing my thigh.

There was a clearly fake smile upon his lips. Harry was staring deep into my soul, making me shiver at the thought. The boy in the basement is staring me down. It doesn't look like a happy, or relieved stare anymore.

It's more of a 'what the hell were you thinking?!' sort of stare.

It IS a what the were you thinking stare! You almost got yourself killed, Alice!

I cringed at how loud his voice was booming in my head. I looked at him. I need answers. And I need them now. "What was that?" I asked. Harry glared at me and sprung up from my bed. "What the hell were you thinking?!" He boomed. His hands were flying in the air, then they got tangled in his curly hair.

"A-A little girl," I began saying, but Harry glared at me. I have never seen him like this before. "Why did you go up in that attic, Alice?" He growled with is teeth gritting together. I looked at him with fear, and sorrow.

"That girl told me you wanted me up there with you." I said. Harry's glare make me sink further down into my bed. He was really scaring me right now.

I'm sorry if I am scaring you, I am trying not to.

"Then stop getting mad at me for seeing if you okay!" I yelled. "Hunny! Why are you yelling?!" My mum frantically run through the door with a glass of water and some white pills. When mum's voice was heard, Harry's ghost disappeared.

We are not done with this conversation.

A few hours later, I was still staring up at my ceiling. The day was slowly fading away, and the sun was covered by heavy rain clouds. It was pouring. The sound of rain drops hitting the pavement echoed up through my open window.

The smell of the rain filled my nostrils, and not peppermints. Thunder filled my ear drums, and made the house shake a little bit. I've always secretly loved rainy days, or thunderstorm-y days. They seemed to always calm me down.

Lightning brightened the room for not even a milli second, until it disappeared. It reminded me of Harry when he didn't get a chance to say goodbye to me when mum walked in through the door.

I still want to know what those eyes were.. It could not have been a light reflecting off from something. No way in hell it would create those. That's just not possible. Or what if it was just my eyes playing tricks on me?

I tend to think that everything that I am seeing, hearing, feeling, or imaging has something to do with my head, or just my eyes playing tricks on me.

It's definitely not your eyes playing tricks on you.

When Harry began speaking to me in my head, a crack of thunder roared, shaking my bed. Which only caused my head to hurt more. I've been lying here forever, and my headache still hasn't went away. I hope that I don;t have a concussion.

"Harry. Are you going to give me answers?" I looked around the room, trying to find any sight of Harry. There was nothing.

"Were you really that stupid to go follow that little girl?" Harry walked through my door. Not opened-- he walked through the door itself. I looked at him and furrowed my eyebrows.

"Actually yes I am stupid enough to follow her!" I mocked, because he clearly doesn'y understand that I am pure blonde.

Clearly you are a brunette.

I gave Harry and cold, hard glare. "Will you stop being such a dumbass" I snapped. Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, once you stop and realize who you truly are!"