Demonic || Luke Hemmings

Luke

I was three years old when I moved into this house. It's a beautiful home. It's quite large and old. I would almost consider it a mansion.

My name is April. I've had an imaginary friend since before I can remember. His name is Luke.

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Age 6

"Luke, what if we get in trouble" I start to get worried.

"Don't worry, munchkin, it'll be fun!" he says smiling down at me

I smile back at Luke, continuing the activity.

I hear footsteps coming towards the kitchen.

"April! What on earth are you doing?" my mother yells, her face turning red from anger

"Luke and I are making a cake!" I say joyfully

"Look at the mess you made!" she begins to look all over the kitchen in horror

There was flour all over the place and eggs lay broken on the floor.

"But it was Luke's idea mommy!" I yell, defending myself

"Luke isn't real!" she screams

"Take it back!" I yell, on the verge on tears

"No, Luke isn't real. Now, go to your room!" she yells

The lights begin to flicker.

"Ugh, I'll have to get that looked at" she mumbles as she begins to clean up the mess I had made

She notices that I'm still standing there.

"Go!" she yells

I run to my room and slam the door.

I throw myself on my bed and begin to cry.

I feel a dip in the bed. It's Luke.

"Luke, you're real aren't you?" I say hopefully

"Of course! Your mom is just too close minded to understand" he says rubbing my back, trying to comfort me

"I love you, Lukey" I smile at him

"I love you too, Munchkin" he smiles back

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Age 8

I sit in the school office, waiting for my mom to pick me up.

When she finally arrives she quickly grabs my hand, and exits the building.

Once we're in the car we sit in silence.

"So, you're getting in fights now?!" my mother screams, breaking the silence

"It wasn't my fault" I mumble

"How is it not your fault?!" she screams again

"Stop screaming, I don't like screaming" I whisper, holding my hands over my ears

"Why did you hit that little girl?" my mother asks, not as loud as before

"She was being mean...Luke said I should stick up for myself" I trail off

"Honey, how many times do I have to tell you? Luke isn't real. You're just using this as an excuse to get away with things!" she begins to yell again

"No, mommy! He is real! He's sitting in the backseat right now!" I yell back at her

It's suddenly silent.

My mom turns on the car and takes us home.

"Go to your room. You're not eating dinner tonight" she says in a monotone voice

"I hate you!" I scream before running to my room and slamming the door.

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Age 13

I'm walking down the halls at school.

Everybody is staring at me.

They begin to whisper to their friends.

Tears began to form in my eyes.

I'm stopped by my best friend, Ashton.

"Hi!" I say, the tears beginning to go away

Ashton had always been there for me. He always stuck up for me, and he could always find ways to cheer me up.

"Um...Listen, April, I don't think we should hangout anymore..." he trails off, scratching the back of him neck

"What..." tears began to form again

"I'm sorry. It's just that-"

"What ever. Just stay away from me." I say before pushing past him

I ran all the way home. No one was home, so it was just me.

And Luke.

I walk up to my room and see Luke sitting on my bed.

"Hey, April" he says, not looking at me

"Luke, get out!" I scream

"What?" he says with a startled expression

"You're the reason my life is shit! If you weren't around I wouldn't get made fun off! They don't believe me...or believe in you" I say, whispering the last part

"Just because they can't see me, you're going to stop talking to me?!" he yells, his eyes turning black.

I had gotten use to this. This would happen every time he became angry.

"Luke, just go...please" I whisper

"You'll regret it" he says in an evil tone, leaving goosebumps on my arms