Demonic || Luke Hemmings

Understand

When I woke up I couldn't stop thinking about what Luke and his siblings had gone through.

I wanted to know more about his life. I wanted to understand.

As I sit on my bed I let my mind wonder. I think about anything and everything.

I begin to think about my past. My abusive boyfriend, my depression, my eating disorder, and my suicidal thoughts.

I look down at my scar covered arms and legs.

I hadn't done it in a really long time. I started to feel an itch almost to cut again.

The thoughts flooding my mind win.

I walk over to my dresser and pull out my razor. I kept it just in case.

I slide the blade across my skin, hissing at the sensation.

I watch as the blood runs down my arm. I lay there. I am numb. I feel nothing.

"Y'know you should really think about locking your door, if you're gonna do that" A voice says, startling me

Of course. Luke.

"Get out" I say my voice shaking

"No. Why are you doing that?" he says in a bored manner.

"Stop! You don't even fucking understand-"

"I don't understand?" he yells, his eyes now a shade darker

He towers over me as I shrink away out of fear.

"Tell me I don't understand!" he yells pulling his sleeve up

Little cuts littered his pale arms. Some deeper than others.

"You're pathetic" he spits

When I look up he's gone.

I wanted to talk to him. I still wanted to know more about him. He just happened to come at the wrong time.

An idea pops in my head.

All I need to do is sleep, I think to myself.

I run to the bathroom and pop a few sleeping pills in my mouth. I quickly swallow them and hop into my bed, waiting for sleep to take over.

I'm suddenly in Luke's room.

He's sitting on his bed with his head in his hands.

He stands up abruptly, scaring me a bit.

"Fuck it! I'm going out. I'm tired of being sad." he yelled to himself

He throws on his converses and heads for the door.

It was late so the kids were in bed and his father was asleep.

He decides to climb out his window, so he wouldn't wake anyone.

He then jogs down the street and there is a house filled with people. You can hear the music from outside.

Beer bottles were strewn across the front lawn, as Luke made his way to the front door.

He walks in and is greeted with loud music and horny teenagers.

I could almost feel how he was feeling.

He wanted to act like this. Luke wanted to be a normal teenager. Instead he must take care of his siblings.

It wasn't long before Luke was extremely inebriated.

He began to walk outside, but before he left he noticed something.

A guy had slipped something into a girls drink.

Luke stood and watched her take a drink of whatever alcoholic beverage she was drinking.

Soon he noticed she began to walk funny and was having trouble opening her eyes.

The guy quickly leads the girl outside and Luke follows them. He knew what he was going to do. The guy was going to rape her.

Luke rushed over to the boy and threw him off the girl.

"Man, what the fuck?!" the guy yelled, but Luke ignored him

Luke comminuted to throw punch after punch.

When Luke had finally calmed down he was covered in blood.

He panicked. Luke checked for a pulse, but couldn't find one.

Luke began to run down an alleyway, trying to get home as fast as possible.

When he climbed back into his window he stood in his room for what felt like hours.

Just standing there and trying to slow his heart rate. The guys blood covered his fists and his white shirt.

He quickly ran into the bathroom, which is connected to his room.

He walks in and looks at himself in the mirror.

"I'm a murderer" he whispers

He slowly puts his hands on the mirror, leaving bloody handprints.

He began to cry. He kept muttering things and sobbing.

Then he turned angry.

"How could I do this?" he yelled before punching the mirror, only hurting his hand worse

"But, he deserved it." he slowly says to himself

"...he deserved it"

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