The Devil Within || The Boy

eleven; i'm sorry

I spent the first few hours laying in pain. I groan as my neck was aching. I move to get up from my laying position. I let out a whimper as my whole body ached. C'mon scarlett! Get up! I told myself before lifting myself on my knees. Get up! I got up on my feet in pain. I reach in my pockets for my phone but found my pockets empty besides a lighter I had. I must've dropped it when I was attacked. It was dark not allowing me to see anything. I walk forward with my hands out hoping I'd find the staircase I fell from. It didn't much time for me to find the staircase. Limping up the stairs, I reach the door.

I reach for the door knob but of course it's locked. I start banging in the door. "Brahms!" I yelled out. "Let me out!" I yelled feeling anger build up in me. "LET ME OUT!" I continued for what felt like a life time.

I finally collapsed on the floor. I reached for my pocket, remembering the lighter. I sigh in relief as i flick it on. I move the lighter around my surrounds looking for anything i could find and use. I luckily found a dusty flashlight. I flick it on but it seemed to be running low in batteries. I hit a couple times before it finally stayed on. I use it to guide me downstairs.

I guided it around the basement. It seemed just like a pile of junk. Furniture laid out full of dust along with boxes. I walk around observing the room till i reach to one corner of the room. I spot the corner of an opening. I move the boxes and a wooden pallet that was almost hiding it. It was exactly what i thought it was when moved the pallet out the way. It was was a small square opening into the wall. I kneel before slightly sticking my head in cautiously observing.

It was about two feet wide with wood pieces of wood connecting from wall to wall. It seemed to me the framing of the house. The left was blocked but had what it seemed like a wooden latter. Climbing up up it seemed like a pathway so I continued. Not long after i am met with a light coming from the wall. The light came from a small hole up to my height. Looking through, I gasped realizing it was a peephole looking into my bathroom. How did I never notice it? Was brahms looking at me through it? I turn a corner and i see another one but it was a direct view into the shower. Oh my god. I have to get out of here.

I continue down the pathway taking all types of turns. I reach another set of ladders. Fuck it, I tell myself before climbing. It was the other way besides the path i came from. It wasn't long before i reach a narrow door. I open it to find a room. The room was filled with all sorts of things. Things as if someone was living here. Brahms is lives here. He even has a fridge and a bed. This is where he goes. My laptop and tablet were resting on his nightstand. They're were a couple of shoes and accessories of mine scattered all around. Not to mention a life like stuffed doll with a wig with one of my dresses, and my necklace around it. The peepholes and the doll make it clear. He's been watching me the whole time. I continued to look around to see opening in the wall with a ladder leading down.

Just as i was heading towards it, i am pulled back into a pair of arms. "Brahms!" I whimper in pain as I thrashed around. I was able to get out of his grip and i quickly turned around to face him with my arms sticking out. "Wait Brahms!"

"Just listen to me please!" I tell him quickly. He stood there ready to attack with a knife in his hands.

"Brahms...I'm sorry" Normal people would me fighting back by now. They would call the cops or try to runaway as soon as possible. I'm not sure where i stand. I should be fighting and running but it's like something holding me back. It's a mystery I wanted to solve. I had to play it nice for now.

"I'm sorry I left." I repeat. "I should've told you - I actually should've never left."

"Please i'll do whatever you want..Just don't hurt me." I quiver in fear.

"Brahms - darling, there's no need for that." I said as slowly approached him. "Brahms I want this to work." Silent tears streamed down my cheek.

"Please don't make go back down there" I sob referencing the basement. It was dark and cold - a place no one wanted to be. I found myself latching on to him. I sobbed in his arms.

i heard low 'shh' from him. Being in his arms gave me the slightest deja vu.

That night I washed up with brahms sitting on the closed toilet, waiting for me to finish washing up. After getting out and dressed, I laid in bed. Brahms didn't take much time before joining me. I was too tired to give into fear that he was in bed with me, my eyes shut not long after.