Are You Scared? || Luke Hemmings

Dylan

I woke up to the sound of my alarm. I quickly turned it off.

I was about to get out of bed, when I noticed that Luke was sitting at the end of my bed.

"Why did you do it?" he asked quietly

"Luke, it's too early. Can't we talk about this later?" I groan

"Charlotte, tell me why you did it" he said, growing impatient

"Well...you weren't talking to me...and I just felt...I don't know...sad...and I just- I-" I stutter

"So you fucking slit your wrists?!" he yells, losing his cool

"I'm sorry" I whimpered

"Charlotte, you can't just decide to hurt yourself if we haven't spoken in a while." he said, sighing

"Why have you not been talking to me?" I say quietly

"I've just- I've been thinking." he says

"About what?" I question

"You." he responds

"What?" I furrow my brows in confusion

"I've been thinking about you. About us. I'm a demon for crying out loud! What we're doing is...weird..." he trails off

"So you don't like me?" I ask, tears welling in my eyes

"Charlotte, I really do like you. I care about you so much. I just don't think this is a healthy relationship for you..." he says slowly

" Get out, Luke" I say quietly

"What?" a look of confusion written on his face

"Get out!" I scream

His eyes turn black and within seconds he's gone.

I sigh, rubbing my face.

You should just move on. We couldn't be together anyways, I think to myself.

That's exactly what I did. I moved on.
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I had met a guy. His name was Dylan. He made me laugh and really seemed like he cared about me.

We had been going out for a couple weeks now. He was coming over to my house for the first time today.

I was beyond excited. I had moved on from Luke, and for once I can picture a future for myself.

I hear a knock at the door, and quickly run down stairs to answer the door. I didn't want my siblings to scare him away.

After introducing him to everyone we head up to my room.

All day we just cuddled and listened to music. We had many deep conversations, and I loved that we could do that.

We had just gotten done eating dinner, and Dylan had to leave soon.

We were up in my room kissing, when it got a little heated.

As we were laying in bed making out I couldn't help but think of one thing.

Luke. Luke's lips were soft and gentle.

Dylans lips were rough and he was anything but gentle. We didn't have cute, little, meaningful kisses. We only had rough make out sessions.

Just as I was about to breakaway from the kiss, Dylan starts to take off my pants.

"Dylan-" I try to protest

"Shh. Babe, it's fine" he whispered into my ear

I try to push him off me, but he's too strong. I begin to cry. Suddenly Dylans weight was off of me. I opened my eyes, confused.

I see Dylan levitating, with a surprised look on his face.

Luke was standing in the corner of my room. His eyes jet black, and he didn't look happy.

Luke began to whisper things under his breath. Dylan screamed out in agony, as if he was being tortured.

"Luke, please stop!" I pleaded

"You're hurting him!" I yell

"You're hurting me, Charlotte. But what's more important is that he hurt you." he says

He disappears and Dylan drops to the ground. He quickly puts on his pants and runs out of my house.

Great, now more people are gonna think I'm a freak.
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I slowly made my way up to the attic, knowing Luke would be there.

When I had finally gotten up the last step, I saw him standing at the window.

"Thank you" I say quietly

"You didn't seem to grateful at the time" he spit

"You were hurting him. I didn't want you to...I don't know...I just-"

"You didn't want me to kill him?! Is that what you were thinking?!" He screams

"All you think of me as is a murderer!" He accused

"Luke, no I just-"

Before I could finish my sentence I was being pinned to the wall by Luke. He had both his hands tightly wrapped around my neck.

I claw at his hands, not being able to breathe easily.

"Why don't I just prove you right?! I could kill you right now" he sneered

He threw me on the ground, I gasped for air.

"But I'm not going too. I care about you, and you know that." he said before disappearing

I lay on the floor of the attic. What the fuck just happened?

I quickly got off the floor, however, noticing I was laying in the blood stain left from Luke's father.

I decide to sleep the day away, wishing I could sleep forever.