Nightmares and Fantasies | L.H | supernatural au

Ch. 12

| Luke's pov |

This time it's different. It's not me in the car with my father, but it's me in a dark room with Noreen. We sit facing each other, I don't know how I see her, but I do. She has this glow to her, we don't say anything but I know this isn't a normal encounter. Two lights turn on and they shine on a knife and a gun.

"You were told to hurt everything that hurt me, what if I told you I hurt myself," Noreen says.

I shake my head, but soon my "friend" takes over. It makes me pick up the knife as my hands shake. My hands grow stiff and hold the knife firmly, but if what I'm doing was up to me, I would drop the knife from fear. Noreen doesn't say anything as I approach her and she stands up with her legs shaking. I get a quick reflection of myself, but it's not me. My eyes are completely black and I'm wrapped in this greyish skin, a ghastly image. I look at Noreen and she backs away trembling. She falls to her knees burying her face in her hands as she starts to cry.

He lifts up the knife, but when I protest he doesn't listen. He gets closer and yanks Noreen off the ground. He smiles with pure malice as he places the tip of the knife where her heart is.

"Luke, please..." Noreen cries.

"It's not Luke. He is gone, his soul is mine; I destroyed him," The words come out my mouth, but as I said before it isn't me.

The voice is corrupt, like the scraping of a fork against a plate, deep; the words are hallow, like a whisper. It scares me, but I don't know where I am. I am not here.

I see blood stream down Noreen's chest and I can't stand to look at her anymore but he makes me. He pushes the knife into her chest and I watch the life drain out of her eyes as she screams. He pulls it out and she falls to the ground as blood surrounds her.

A mirror appears and I see myself again, holding a bloody knife; a knife with Noreen's blood on it. Was this what she saw? Did she see me ending her life or did she see my demon. I fall to my knees and tears stream down my face. I killed her, just like her mother. I take the knife and drive it into my stomach. I exhale with pain, but living with the fact that I killed Noreen would be worse. I rather die. I fall forward making the knife push down further and I close my eyes as death welcomes me.

***

The sun burns my eyes when I finally wake. I breathe heavily and I'm covered in sweat. It was only a nightmare, but it felt so real. I look to my side and I see Noreen, I place my hand on her chest and she's breathing. My hands tremble with fear and I get out of the bed. It has begun. She makes my nightmares real, but why do I feel like I'm free of the trap I've been in when she's here? I'm destroying myself and she is my weapon.

I walk around the room and I'm glad it's daytime. I open the window letting the breeze in and I smooth back my hair. Breathe Luke, breathe. I go into the bathroom and wash my face, but when I look up I see him staring back at me.

"Stay away from her," I tell him.

He puts on that same smile he did in my nightmare and carves into the mirror: "No, I will come whenever I please,"

"Don't touch her!" I yell as bang my hands against the counter.

He only smiles again.

"Noreen would look so much more beautiful with blood surrounding her, don't you think so Luke? Along with everyone that has ever hurt her," He writes.

He taps the tip of the knife against his finger and I grip the sides of the sink.

"Why? Just stay away from everyone," I say and I can hear my voice cracking.