Are You Scared? || Luke Hemmings

Dreams

     I lay awake in my bed as I watch the sun start to peak through my curtains.

  Why did Luke stop me? How did he know what I was doing?

The questions continued to circle through my head. The urge to cut was increasing by the second.

  It had basically become an addiction on mine. Since Luke took my only razor I am currently snapping a rubber band on my wrists over and over again. In an attempt to keep the urges at bay.

"I may be a demon, but I'm not a dick. I'm not gonna let you slit your fücking wrists" Luke says, appearing from the corner

  "Give me my razor back" I plead

"I'll do anything. Just give it back" I continue to plead

I look up only to find he's gone

  "What a dick" I mumble

  My mood quickly improves, however, when I smell pancakes from downstairs.

I run downstairs, not bothering to change out of my pjs.

"Those smell amazing" I say to my mom as I sit down at the kitchen table

  "They're almost done! They're your favorite!" she said cheerily

"Wait...you're making blueberry pancakes?" I ask suspiciously

"Yes?" she replies

  "What did you do or what do you want ? " I ask, still suspicious

"Okay..." she says in a defeated tone

"You're going to be home alone for a week. I'm taking the twins to look at schools. Money is kinda tight at the moment, so I thought it would be best if you stay home." she explains

"That's...okay..." I say in a monotone voice

What am I gonna do for a week in a house alone with a demon.

  My mom and brothers left about thirty minutes ago. It was about ten at night, so I decide to go to bed.

  I quickly fall into a deep sleep, thinking of what my week held in store for me.
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I'm back at school. This time the halls are empty except for three boys.

Two of the boys held the other teen down. They were throwing punches at the poor boy and saying awful things.

  They finally stopped and the boy stood up. It was Luke. His face was covered in bruises and blood.

  We were now in a bathroom. My bathroom, to be exact.

It looked totally different. Luke was looking in the mirror whispering profanities to himself.

  "FÜCK" he yells, and punches the bathroom mirror

Glass shards fall to the ground all around him.

  He grabs a big piece of glass and drags it across his wrist.

"Why me?" he whispers to himself softly as he holds his bleeding arm
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I wake up covered in sweat.

"Are you okay?" Luke startles me

  "Luke, I'm so sorry that you went through that" I say immediately

"I'm sorry that you have to experience all my memories" he said quietly

  "What?!" I question

"The person who stays in this room will see all my memories that led to my death. " he said, looking at the floor

"Oh" I said, not really knowing how to respond.

  "Go back to sleep. The dreams are over for tonight" he assures me

  "Goodnight Luke" I say awkwardly

I just told a demon 'goodnight'... What the hell