The Prisoner in my Attic

I look around the room but I can't find who said that.

"Ah, that's right you can't talk" A boy with blonde hair, emerald green eyes, and bright white clothes climbs out from under the bed, I'm laying on. "You can't tell your dad you saw me though, I'd be in a lot of trouble, you might be too though," The boy opened my mouth and put a red gummy bear in my mouth and closed and opened my mouth repeatedly. "Hey, so I can make you eat huh, that's so cool." The boy did this process about 5 times, it looked like he would never get tired of it. "I bet you have a lot of questions for me," I rolled my eyes up, " I'm goib to heal you now, that way we can have a proper conversation," The boy puts his hand on my head and it glows green, he hovers his hand over my body. "How do you feel now? Feel free to yell if you want to, this room is soundproof."

"Ph-phank you," I say as struggled to get up and speak.

"Ah, hold on a sec" The boy holds my head and it glows green again.