Demonic || Luke Hemmings

And I Liked It

It's currently 3 in the morning. I'm laying in bed staring at my ceiling.

I can't shake the thought that Luke and I are alike.

I try to push the thoughts away as I drift off into a deep sleep.

I woke up and looked around. I don't remember having a dream and Luke isn't in my room.

Well this is an improvement, I think to myself.

I walk downstairs to get breakfast and I realize I'm home alone.

I guess everyone had other places to be.

I walk to the drawer to get a spoon for my cereal. I open the drawer and look at the contents.

Something catches my eye.

A knife.

I picked it up and looked at it carefully. I run my finger down the long, sharp blade.

Suddenly I'm snapped out of my daze and quickly put the knife back into the drawer, slamming it shut.

I am nothing like him. I am not a murderer.

I walk back to my room and find Luke sitting on my bed.

He lazily glances at me, not caring to say anything.

"Luke, get out" I say, walking straight past the blonde boy

  "Well, someone's grumpy" he mumbles before I hear a door slam

  I lay on my bed, that Luke had just previously been laying on. It felt ice cold, where he had been laying on the mattress.

I decide to take a nap, not wanting to deal with life.

  I slip into a deep sleep. I feel aware of surroundings.

  I'm in the woods. I begin to walk into a clearing.

  There's a lake, a beautiful sparkling blue lake.

  There was a small dock leading out into the water.

  There's a girl, about my age, sitting on the age.

  She's still in a wet swimsuit, so it's obvious she had previously been swimming.

  I walk up behind her and my thoughts begin to take over.

  Push her in
                         Drown her
Choke her
            End her life

  Feel her last breath leave her body

         Watch the life drain from her face

  I must be having another nightmare. These must be Luke's thoughts.

  He's sick, I think to myself.

  I walk up behind the girl, making sure not to bring attention to myself.

  I dive and push her into the water, being dragged in with her.

  The water is cold and immediately makes me feel more awake, more alive.

  My heart is beating fast. I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins.

  The girl struggles and splashes around the crystal blue water.

  I grab her by her throat and hold her under the water. I can feel her leaving scratches on my hands, trying to release my grip.

  I bring her to the surface and she gasps for air.

  She begins to struggle again, resulting in me forcefully pushing her against the pole of the dock.

  I still have a tight grip on her neck. She looks at me, fear evident in her brown eyes.

  I feel powerful. I feel alive.

  I tighten my grip on her throat, restricting her airways.

  I smirk menacingly, as I watch her face turn a purplish blue color.

  I tighten my grip once more and watch the life leave her body.

  I don't feel weak. I feel as though I could do anything. I want to do it again.

I want to feel the power, I want to feel the adrenaline.

  I look down at the body in the water and I quickly jump out.

  I look on, from the dock. The beautiful lake is now tainted with murder.

  The once peaceful place has now become a place of evil.

I caused this.

  No, Luke caused this, I think.

  When I wake up, I'm not startled. I feel relaxed.

  I look over at Luke who has a strange look on his face.

  "You didn't tell me you murdered a girl at a lake" I accuse him

  "I didn't" he smirks at me

  "So, you're saying that. I- I don't under-"

  "That was your dream. I didn't have anything to do with it." he says before disappearing, with his stupid evil smirk plastered on his face

  I'm evil. I'm just as bad as Luke.

  I dreamt that I killed someone, and I liked it.

   What the fuck is wrong with me?

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