Frightened Part 2

Seven

Ok, you have my permission kill me!! I'm sorry guys really sorry!! The last few weeks have been so fucking amazing. Guess who I met three times the boys, the fucking janoskians! Crazy I met Luke my love. Oh god even talking about it gives me tingles! He even instagrammed a photo of me and him hugging!

"Luke I know your here. Please. I need you." I cried walking around the old dead house.

The rooms the same as before.

I forgot how I'd gotten there.

I turned to face the window, staring blankly out to the dark woods. I had been here before.

But no way good. Only a bad feeling came from this building.

I closed my eyes moving my head back. I ran my hands through my hair sighing slightly.

"Get out." I heard I jumped slightly opening my eyes.

I turned back to face the door.

Nothing.

"Hello?" I called shouting.

"Get out." A whisper called out to me.

"Get out. Get out." It kept calling. Same tone same speed same voice.

I ran toward the door, slowly twisting the knob. But not opening.

"Let me out!" I shouted banging on the door.

"Please." I begged a small tear falling from my eye.

My bangs for slower and less hard.

Eventually I gave up.

Sliding my back down against the door. I noticed a dark figure standing against the back of the room.

"Hello?" I said squinting my eyes trying to make out more detail to this unknown figure.

They didn't talk, move or even flinch.

Was I dreaming?

"Who are you?" I said slowly standing.

The figure fell. Dropped to the floor.

I ran over to the life less body.

"It's him. You kill him." I heard a small voice call.

I looked down at the body and gasped it was Beau. He was dead.

I jumped away moving back.

Staring at the body.

"You killed him." Another voice called I turned looking but nothing no one.

I ran to the door. Twisting the knob once again and running down the hall trying to find my way out.

I opened a door.

Looking in.

My eyes widened, bodies.

Dead bodies.

There was another figure back facing me. With a knife at his side.

Blood dripping down.

"Your here." He chuckled.

Slowly he turned. My face dropped.

I felt sick.

It was Luke.

He had the biggest smirk on his face.

"Nice of you to join us. Beau's dead now. How great is that." He laughed to himself, slowly moving toward me.

"What? Luke your crazy! That's your brother for gods sake." I shouted

"Brother." He laughed.

"I'm glad you finally realised how crazy I am. All because of you, Mia." He smiled pointing the knife at me.

I slowly stepped away. Gulping lightly.

"This isn't you. Please Luke." I begged.

"No, your right this isn't me. This isn't Luke. I'm the person you are going to kill." He said twisting the knife into his finger.

I stared at him, not wanting to move. My head full of so much.

How did he do this?

How could I kill Luke?

Maybe I could? Twisting the knife into his black heart.

I suddenly stopped and thought what was I thinking.

How could I think about killing Luke.

What was changing. But that wasn't Luke and I knew it.