Demonic || Luke Hemmings

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  When I woke up, I realized I had just witnessed Luke's first murder.

  I was stunned.

  I wanted to know more. I wanted to know everything.

  I run to the bathroom, and took out the bottle of sleeping pills.

I'm about to pop them into my mouth, but Luke appears in the mirror behind me.

  "Stop taking those fucking pills!" he says taking them out of my hands

  "If you want to know stuff, just ask!" he says grumpily

  "Fine" I say with my arms crossed over my chest

He lazily walks into my bedroom and plops down onto my bed.

"What do you want to know?" he asks, closing his eyes not seeming to care about the conversation

"Tell me what the girl did. The girl you chased in the parking lot."

He scratched his neck, the question obviously making him uncomfortable.

"She's ugh. She's my mother." he finally spit out

My mouth opened wide in shock.

"You killed your own mother?!" I yelled

"Yes. She cheated on my father. Then proceeded to leave us. My mother left my siblings and I with that abusive bastard!" he defends himself

I sit there dumbfounded.

"Next question" he says impatiently

"Tell me about the other people you...murdered" I say almost whispering the last part

"How about I just show you instead?" he says, grabbing my hand not waiting for an answer

"There's only one murder that you haven't seen."

I'm in the living room, once again.

I hear yelling coming from the kitchen. It's Luke and his father.

I could see the rage on Luke's face. His eyes became a shade darker, than their usual bright blue.

His father raised his hand to slap Luke. Luke catches his hand midair.

"You shouldn't have done that" Luke says through gritted teeth

Luke turns on the garbage disposal. He then plunges his fathers hand into it.

His father screams out and agony.

Luke pulls his hand out and almost all his fingers have parts cut off. The amount of blood made me cringe.

Luke threw him back against the counter, taking a knife out of the drawer.

Luke stabs his father in the chest multiple times. Blood begin to pool out of his fathers mouth.

Luke didn't stop, even when his father was dead. He continued to stab the man.

When he finally stood up he felt relieved. He and his brother were safe now.

"If only Emily was still here", he thought out loud.

I was suddenly back in my bedroom. Luke looked at me, waiting for my reaction.

When I didn't say anything he started to speak.

"Emily had already been murdered by then. Jack died the next day, from cancer..." he trailed off

"Luke, how did you die?" I say suddenly

"Why can't you ask questions like 'What's your favorite color?' " He asks

"Sorry" I say quietly

"It's fine. I committed suicide, April."

"Will I see your suicide?" I ask curiously

"Soon. Not yet, though"

Luke and I were more alike than I had originally thought.

He had a bad temper, just like me. We both have a past full of depression. We've both been abused.

I look at Luke's face closer. He had bags under his eyes. I also had bags under my eyes.

"Luke. When you were alive, were you an insomniac?" I ask slowly

"Uh yeah. How'd you know?" he asked

"I am too" I said quietly

It's just a coincidence, I convince myself.

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