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Luke

"Emma, we're getting late let's go!" Luke was so angry at Emma right now, he hated being late.

"I said 5 minutes!!!" Emma yelled back at her brother from the bathroom.
"Jesus! Give a girl some space why don't you"

"You said that 10 minutes ago"

"Well, you've been talking to me, so I've been distracted" she found her excuse. Brilliant "not my fault"

"Just hurry up" Luke was tired. He gave up, he would wait.

She didn't even respond this time, she knew she had won and was probably doing the evil laugh now. In front of the bathroom mirror where she sat with what Luke believed was a makeup kit, she had some scented candles lit in the bathroom.

Mehn if she would just say 'bloody-mary' three times now and voilà, problem solved..... Pffff, sisters.
Waiting was depressing, he chided himself for thinking that.

Emma was two years younger than him but looking at both of them together you'd mistake them for twins. They both has black hair,hazel eyes, he had that chiseled chin and she had those perfectly high cheek bone look and how had she managed to grow so tall they were now the same height. At 15 she stood a head above every other girl and like her 17 year old brother.
How that had happened Luke would never know.

The notification sound on his laptop.

He walked back into his room, he had like 30 more minutes before she was ready.
He opened his laptop.

New email.

Stupid daily horoscope.

Why did I subscribe to this?
Delete.

He turned to go back out.

Lucas.

He stopped, there was that voice again. The second time today.

He scanned the room.

No one.

The house was empty but for himself and Emma, who was currently being stabbed by a blood thirsty mirror girl named mary.... (He hoped) ahem.

Lucas...

The voice again. Louder now.

"Uhmm, hello?" He said quietly, he cursed himself for his paranoia.

Silence.

"This is stupid" he threw up his arms in surrender to his foolishness.
"Can't believe that happened again"

He left his room, into the hallway.
He was walking down the hall.

Zap!

Everything went black, he fell forward. A throbbing pain in his head.
He felt like he was just hit with seven gajilion volts of electricity.

The pain was horrible, the throbbing was worse.

Then the voice. That damned voice.

The screaming.

No, not a scream. More like a high pitched screech.

He felt like his ears would burst and his eyes would pop out of his head, they were shut so tight he doubted if he could open them again.

"Ahhh, god!.. Stop! Please stop!" He managed to get the words out. He couldn't even hear himself.

The screech was getting louder?
He couldn't even tell.

"Luke...?" He heard Emma say. He could hear her through the throbbing. He could actually hear her.

The screech was dying down, he could make out a word now.

Something he had been hearing in his dreams for the past 6 months.
One word, over and over again.
One word hovering within the screech.

Something someone wanted to make sure he heard.
And they damn well did.
Amist the chaos, the word hung plainly in the air.

"Help".....