1 Luke

"Sabrina?" Luke whispered as he approached his little sisters bed, he paused and watched the steady rise and fall of her chest. "Brina are you asleep?" he tried again. Silently he walked over and sat on the floor by her bed. "Brina, I have to go and I don't know if I'll ever come back," he turned and looked at his sleeping sister's face. He took in her blonde curly hair that was always a mess no matter what she did to fix it, and her long lashes that made a perfect accent her big blue puppy dog eyes. He looked at her pale and delicate face. "I'm gonna miss you... and I know you aren't actually asleep." She opened one of her big blue eyes and stared at him. "Really? What gave it away?"

"I saw your eyes moving you dork" he said with a grin but she only stared back at him with a solemn expression. "So you are really leaving me then?"

He sighed, "Yes, I can't stay here anymore, this is my only chance to get away."

Sabrina stared at her older brother for a long time before jumping up to give him a hug. "I'm gonna miss you, don't forget about me." She said letting a tear roll down her cheek.

"I'm gonna miss you too, but I have to go now, I just came to say goodbye." he said disentangling her arms from his, "Now get to bed before you wake up mom and Greg." he looked at his little sister one last time before silently making his way back to his room. "Luke!" Sabrina called in a loud whisper before he could make it to the hall. "What's the matter?" he said turning to face her again. "I almost forgot to give you this-" she said hopping to the floor to reach under the bed. She carefully pulled out a box wrapped in white paper. "Here-" she said holding it towards him, she turned her attention to the clock silently ticking on the wall. "and... 3... 2... 1... happy 18th birthday Luke." she whispered handing him the box as the clock struck midnight. "don't open it until you're safe ok?" He took the box with a sad smile. "I'm gonna miss you. Bye Brina..." he said as he walked quietly out of her room and back down the hallway. He grabbed his already packed book bag carefully tucking the box into it, and took one last look around his room. He caught his reflection in the broken glass of the mirror on the wall. He stared at himself for a long time, taking in the curly red hair, the handful of freckles across his nose, and his dark green eyes. He looked at his black hoodie and sweatpants, then back at his red hair before pulling his hood over his head and turning toward the window. Silently he opened it and climbed to the ground, from the street he took one last look at his house and turned his back to it. Silently he vanished into the dark night.

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