The Boy In The Basement// h.s AU✅

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Chapter Fifteen of 'The Boy In The Basement':

Harry was gone way too earlier before I could process it. Because I began walking forward with my arm stretched out wide, trying to pull him back into my arms. But I realized that he was gone right before my eyes, and there was a sly chance that I would ever see him again.

"Harry?" I croaked, hoping and wishing he'd reappear before me. Hoping that I could run into his ghostly arms and hug the life out of him. I'm not living a fantasy though. This is real life. This is reality.

I backed up away from my window and turned on my heel, darting out of my bedroom door. I ran down the hallway, down the stairs and passed my mum who was sitting in the kitchen- still. I ran out the front door with my mum's screams decending from me.

Running barefooted is not a good idea whatsoever. Twigs, and sharp rocks dig into your foot, making you yelp and jump. But that didn't stop me from pushing my legs faster. I ran straight past the tree house where Harry took me, and showed me that that was where Gemma and himself used to hang out in all the time.

I was begining to run along a shore bank to a small, flowing river. The sound of water rushing filled my ears, and crickets echoed in the night. Above me it was dark, and the moon and stars was my only source of lighting.

My lungs began to burn from the lack of oxygen, and my eyes were stinging with tears. Why I am crying, I have no idea. Maybe it's because that I realize that I would never see Harry again. Or maybe it's because I blew him off.

I stopped along a big tree to catch my breath. My heart was pumping loudly that I could hear in my ears. I slowly slid down the giant tree, and closed my eyes, resting my head up against the tree trunk. Where am I even at?

At this point, it didn't matter to me. I just need away from all the ghosts, drama, and my mum. Right now, it's too much to handle. If I didn't get away from it all, I would probably be going out of my mind.

When I caught my breath, I stood up and looked around the area, wanting to get to explore the area I have just came across. I looked up into the tree limbs, watching as the moon shone brightly through the branches.

I squinted my eyes, and looked down at a huge, thick branch, just seven feet from the ground. I studied it, and I gasped. This tree looks too familiar, like I have seen it before. I know it from somewhere, but I just can't put my finger on it.

Then it hit me like a two ton wall. I do remember this tree. It was from my dream. I studied the branches, the design a bit more, and I realized something: this is the tree in my dream where the girl hung herself so she could be with her family.

My eyes began to water as I looked at the branch once again. Because of the moon, I was able to see the branch clearly. I moved my feet underneath the branch, and looked up; searching for that one clue. I want to know if this is the actual tree that I saw in my dream.

There it was. There was a faint marking from where that rope was hanging down from. Because of the weight, and probably being held there for so long, the rope began cutting into the tree trunk, scarring it

My eyes began to water even more, and soon tears were starting form, and were bound to fall down any second at any time given.

Alice. Get back to the house. NOW.

I have missed that voice, but Harry's voice was very loud, and demanding. "Why? What happened here?" I demanded. I forcefully wipped my eyes with the back of my hand.

I'n not exactly sure, but I do know that something tragic happened here a few years after I died. Get back home now.

Harry was right about the whole tragic thing, but why would he want me to come back home? What does he think I'm going to do?

Jesus, Alice! Get home!

I took one last look at the tree before backing away from it, and running back towards home.

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I slammed the door shut and walked through the kitchen. Mum was upstairs sleeping, not giving a damn where I was. Honestly, it didn't bother me any. I walked up the staircase, and into my room. I plopped face down onto my bed. A slamming door made my body jump.

"Why the hell were in the woods?" Harry steamed. I didn't bother sitting up, nor looking at him as I said, "Well it's nice to see you too."

"This is no time to be messing around, Alice." Harry sighed. That's when I sat up and looked at him. He was standing a foot away from the bed, and he had his arms crossed, and looked very upset.

I am upset, now answer me.

"Why were you in the woods?" he asked. I rubbed my head. "Harry. If you want a normal conversation, don't start talking to me in my head, then out loud." I said to him. Harry rolled his eyes. "Will you please answer me?" his voice was softer, and not so demanding- but I knew damn well if I don't give him an answer, he will blow up at me again.

"I just wanted to clear my head." I amswered with all honestly. I looked up at him because there was no response. He had his eyebrow raised up at me. "No, I am not lying to you either." I added quickly.

I got up off from my bed and stalked past him. I sat at my desk and started my laptop. A few minutes later, I was on Google, typing in, "girl hanging herself in 1790".

So many results popped up, and I looked through three pages until an article caught my eye with a familiar name. "Gemma Styles: commits suicide in 1790..."

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