Killer, Killer, Kill Her (A Luke Hemmings Fanfic) {MAJOR EDITING}

Questions and Fear

My body ached. My head was swimming. And the pain was the only thing I could focus on.

Thoughts were raging inside my head. They were thoughts that I refused to think of for years. They were thoughts that had gutted me. They were thoughts that had made me who I was.

“Shut up and listen to me!”

I was only four years old. I was short and small. My hands were pressed to my ears, trying to block out the noises. I was scared. No. I was terrified. I hated when he raised his voice.

They were arguing. They were screaming at each other. Their words weren’t ones of comfort. They were ones of hate and fear. And they were so loud.

The noise echoed throughout the room. It was a loud bang. The sound had bounced from wall to wall. And then there was the scream. The scream was something that I could have never forgotten. The scream was so full of hurt and I knew that something was incredibly wrong.

But, I refused to get up. I was hiding behind the couch, trying to get away from them. They had come home drunk and they were fighting. My dad wasn’t nice when he had been drinking. And he had gotten mad.

I remember the scream that tore its way from my throat. I remember the fear. I remember the panic.

I remember the blood that had coated the floor.

And I remember the look in my mother’s eyes as she lay there, dying. Right in front of my eyes, the light inside her was fading.

That was the last thing I ever saw.

 

My eyes flew open in a panic. It was a nightmare. No. It was a memory mixed with a nightmare. This hadn’t happened but, it did. I just wasn’t there for most of it. I only remembered the blood and the screaming. I remembered the fighting. And I was the one to hide as my father butchered my own mother. I was too scared to do anything. Then again, I wasn’t sure what had happened.

I tried to get a grip on my surroundings. The lights were too bright. There were noises that never receded. I was on a bed with railings. My clothes were different. My bed was different.

What was going on?

And then I was pulled back under by an invisible force.

The screen in front of me was simply mesmerizing. I sat in a small chair, staring at the screen. My eyes were wide in wonder and fascination.

Whatever I was watching had captured my attention. I couldn’t look away. The music grew more intense as the scene progressed. The sound was loud. I should have been scared. I should have been cowering. I should have been terrified.