(This is important but from here on out the rest of the chapters are gonna be a realistic respiration of Depression, Alcoholism, mentions of Self Harm and Suicidal Thoughts. Please don't read this if you are experiencing these things and stay safe.)

7 Years later || October 29th

1988 || Tens years after the Babysitter murders.

"3rd Person view"

The air was freezing cold, even more so than usual with the fall weather that fell upon california. The empty land which only had large grass, some flowers, the fall leaves for the weather, and a old looking barn that was in the distance away from the all of the trees that surrounded the nice but empty and almost deary land that a small family owned. Speaking of the family that owned the place, they drove in their truck and casually talked to one another with love and even sometimes family rivalry. There was a man in his 60's wearing glasses that matched with the time period of the 80's, and having a broom mustache on his older features. A man around his 20's that had longish hair but yet curly hair that matched with his handsome but immature and childlike face. And then there was a girl who had (H/c) that matched her brothers hair color and was a bit more puffy then most girl that always showed off their hairstyle, her (e/c) sparkled like like that girl who survived the so called boogeyman twice.

"Hey stop that..." The girl growled at her brother who messed with her hair with a mean smirk. The father turned around at the two and scolded them both with the finger, more so for the brother who huffed and whined.

"Oh come on dad she was asking for this since day one." The boy tried to squeeze out of his punishment but was failing miserably. The father was not having any of his excuses.

"Enough messing with your sister. Were almost home and if you keep this up i'm going to have to take away tv time." Turning back on the road with a growl as the two siblings glance at each other, the girl sticking out her tongue and the boy was hissing at her. The dog in the back of the truck was barking loudly.

A dark figure entered the girls line of vision, the headlights catching the dark figure in front of him. He was a slightly taller man just casually walking on his maryway, but it off putting seeing him like this. He wasn't walking like what normal people do, he was strolling like a robot and not even looking at the truck that passed by on the dark of night. The boy also noticed this called his father who saw the mans rugged clothing but what caught their eye the most was the rotting and old looking mask on his face, the blue boiler suit he was wearing was tearing and looked like a decade old. The father of the two, glanced at the man with a sad look, stopping his car and stepping out of the truck, the cold air blowing.

"Hey are you alright." He asked in a calming yet nervous way, his palms shaking as he approached the man. The man didn't say a work only the heavy breathing was heard behind the mask. The two siblings looked at eachother was a reluctant sigh as they stepped out to join their dad.

"Are you sure you don't need any help?" The girl added in a kind tone, the man turned his head at the (h/c) haired beauty not taking his eyes off of her and ignored the dad questioning eerie figure. The brother narrowed his eyes at him, his nerves were shaking and the dog was growling at the stranger. Which was something he was never seen before.

"Ok I guess we should be on our way..." The brother stepped in front of his sister with a bold tone, putting his arm in front of her. The man like expected didn't respond to either of them and let them leave into their truck. Only a couple of seconds did he grip his knife and march towards the small family.

The father opened the truck, making sure his two children were in his line of vision. Peeking over and freezing when he saw a shiny knife in the near view mirror. He shrieked as he felt something painful pierce his body, his muscles were growing weak and he fall to the ground with his eyes wide and lifeless. The two sibling screamed as they saw their fathers corpse on the ground, looking around to find the figure who disappeared. The brother gagged and gurgled when a large gash appeared on his neck causing him to collapse and his breathe grew bigger and fainter. The (h/c) girl eyes widened, her family being picked off one by one, then it was the only dark the wind and the dog barking. She covered her mouth and sobbed, remember that survival comes first and mourning comes last. She headed into the truck quickly and turned on the ignition which didn't work. She shouted in anguish as the door slammed wide open relieving the boogeyman she shrieked and cornered herself in the edge of the truck. Michael grabbed her leg and dragged her out, putting both hands on the side of her head. He gripped it when he saw that this wasn't his (Y/n). It was a copycat trying to replicate the beautiful angel that fell down in the heavens.

Unacceptable... He raised his bloody knife and her screams and shrieks were the only thing that were heard besides the dog who whimpered at the girls pain. Once it was over, the shape peeked over at the dog who making a furious growl and bark. Michael found the food he was looking for. Slitting the dogs throat and carrying the feline back to his fort and leaving the bodies there with no regard to bury them.

"(Y/n) Pov"

I slowly open my eyes to look up at the white ceiling above me, darkness surrounding the master bedroom I shared with the man I'm happy to call my husband. Peeking over to the sleeping said man beside me, who was facing the other way and snoring softly. I sigh, looking at my clock and realized it was only 3:00 in the morning. Letting out a low groan I unload my covers and got up from my warm bed. Moseley heading to the bathroom as I tried to avoid whiskey bottles in my side of the floor. I turned off our small tv in the process. What I didn't see however was my husband awake and gave me a glance with a small frown.

Turning on the bathroom light, I open the mirror door to grab my heavy dose of antidepressants and dropping them in the sink much to my huffing and puffing. I take out a few pills and quickly swallowed them without much fuss. Closing the mirror I take a good look at myself. I was very pale almost sickly, having heavy bags under my (e/c) eyes, and my eyes were slightly bloodshot, my eyes having a very small flicker of light in them and in a way almost lifeless. Turning off the light, I head back to the welcoming warmth of the bedsheets and John who lied beside me. He pretended to close his eyes as I quickly give him a peck on the cheek then laid down, shut my weary eyes and embraced the darkness around me. John sighed and let his body relax against mine and eventually falling asleep.

The next day, it was around 6:00 and I was still staying in my bed, knowing that it's time to get up very well. My bed is like glue, I know I have to get up sometime but it just keeps you there. Cuddling against the comfortable sheets that were around my cold and shivering body. I was recalling the dream about that poor family who was murdered by Michael Myers, it was just another one of my nightmares. The clock blaring into my head as I turn my body around and slammed my fist down in the blaring alarm clock with a annoyed groan a haunting reminder of what today is. I then hear a knock on the door, Susan's voice saying that pancakes are ready. I cover my head with a pillow but eventually relenting with a sigh, getting up from my inviting bed. I have to get out of bed sometime...

A cute cooing was heard in the bedroom right next to me, Slugging over there. I entered the room to see my baby daughter Jamie sitting in her crib and holding on to the bars. She gave me her cute toothless smile, her (e/c) eyes sparkling at me and holding out her small fingers towards me. I put on a grin for my daughter and picked her with a kiss on the forehead.

"Good morning Jamie. How did you sleep?" I spoke with a convincing cheerful and babish voice. She merely giggled, using her mouth to play with her tiny fist. I let out a forlorn sign with a soft smile towards Jamie and was rocking her on my shoulder slightly. We headed downstairs and see that my husband reading a newspaper in his doctors clothing while my sister-in-law was in her police uniform pouring coffee in her colorful mug. I couldn't overhear their conversation but I heard some murmurs.

"Did you hear (Y/n) last night?" Susan told John with her shoulders slumped as she looked over to her disgruntled brother.

"Yes I hear her every night Susan... Don't mention to (Y/n) about what happened last night please?..." John sighed at her with a tiny frown. Susan quickly promised with a nod as she turned the slightly brown pancakes over.

"And don't forget to pick up the pizza after work and don't order pineapple like last time? Remember how that turned out last week?..." John requested along with a simple joke as he turned the newspaper with a small and faint smirk. Susan groaned at her brothers teasing, putting the pancakes on the table and sitting herself down along with her coffee.

"God John why don't we make some pizza for ourselves? It's cheaper..." Susan made a dumb quipt at John who made a sarcastic smirk at her. Both me and John said bye as she closed the door and drove off into the road. I walked into the kitchen with an active Jamie in my hand. John lazily noticed this and instantly beamed, getting up from his chair and headed towards me.

"Morning Hon and Morning baby-Boo!" I quietly greeted him back with a quick morning, letting John peck my lips. He then greeted Jamie with a babyish voice and put on a silly face. I gave her to John as he grinned at his child who snickered as she reached her small fingers out and put them on Johns scruffy beard as she kicked her legs and feet in a playful manner. He put Jamie down on her highchair and I can't help but stare in awe at the adorable scene in front of me, my heart melted. Putting my hand on my forehead with a tired sigh, my energy not seeming to wake up.

John sat down next to me and started to eat his pancakes. It was pretty silent for the most part, I fed Jamie her food and now she's sitting in the living room floor playing with poppin pal toy that's playing cheerful music when presses the buttons. With me just watching John chew on his pancakes and bacon. I take a good look at his face, watching him take every bite. John still has those faint scars from 8 halloweens ago, still visible in his mature features. The largest one being over and nose and right eye. But he managed to still look so handsome with them still. Though he had some age as the years have gone past along with me, and shared the baggy eyes except not as dark as mine, and his skin looked healthier and had more color. John still looked the same slightly the same except the scruff on his face that I was thankful he kept. It fits on him so well especially when he's wearing his work attire.

John swallowed his throat and turned to me as I quietly stared at the wall in front of me and every once in a while with little Jamie. "Rough night?..." He voiced out to me with his mouth full, quickly swallowing the sweet food. I closed my eyes with a sigh.

"Yeah... Sometimes I just wake up and I can't sleep. My brain shuts down but yet i'm wide awake at night. I don't get it..." I rub my sore head, complaining to the man who I have been married to for the past 5 years. Picking on my food with my fork, not saying another word.

He finished with his plate empty, John feeling his shoulders tense the longer we stayed quiet and with with my distant behavior made it worse. "Halloween's coming up just thought I let you know..." John brought up quickly, avoiding eye contact with me. I clench my fist which were relaxing on the table, I narrow my eyes when the word halloween were heard.

"Halloween... Halloween! Why would you mention that?! I swear if I hear that word one more time I swear.-" John scoffed with his brown eyes rolled. He placed his fork down with a thud and took the dishes to the sink while I continue my livid rant. His eyes were narrowed further and further down from the words I said to him until he turned to me.

"Well what i'm supposed to do (Y/n)?" John responded with a grunt and huff.

"Just stay quiet until you lash out at something or someone. I had to say something!" John continued with a irritated look, pouring more coffee into his cup with his eyes narrowed.

"See!? See!? You don't get it..." I shout back coldly, glaring at him with a hissing snarl. John relaxed his posture and sighed with a slight groan.

"Right I don't get it...? I guess I should just do nothing while my wife yells at me everytime I bring up something...?" I stopped at his words, my posture calming down and my mouth agape. My eyes turned droopy and I frowned, feeling that sentence hit me in a weird way. I started attacking myself. God what is wrong with me? I'm so stupid?...

"John-" I tried to say something softly but it sounded more rude than I intended. He walked into the living room, me following close behind.

"Look we can talk about this later it's getting near my shift and I have to go... I love you." He huffed with a slight croak in his throat as started grabbing his doctors and fall coat, storming to the front door and closing it with a bang. I froze in front of the living room as I hear his car start and drive off. I then collapsed on the coach and buried my hands into my face and let out a low moan. Then just looked at my daughter who was smiling and giggling while she played with the toys around her, looking at me with her bright (e/c) eyes. I ruffled her short brown hair, my slightly dull (E/c) eyes brightening up a little with a smile and just focused on my daughter and nothing else. Not the autumn leaves that were in my front yard, not my favorite show Wheel Of Fortune that was cheerfully playing in in the corner of the living room, not the clock that was ticking, and not the paralyze that stuck in my whole body. Just her...

"Stupid! Stupid!-" I muttered out as I slam my fist into my head as a form of punishment. The rabid nothingness clawing in my stomach and chest. I lay there, not moving for about 20 minutes until I slowly get up from the flowery pink coach and heading upstairs. Quickly kissing my daughters forehead before I go into the bathroom, removing my clothes and hop into the shower. I curl up into the corner and wrapped my arms around my frail body. Burying my face into my legs, the old thoughts return to come and pick on me, slowly going in and out of my brain. Maddies corpse, her mother yelling and blaming the death of her child in front of everyone there, Annie and Lynda, those extra lives that were destroyed because of Michael, but most of all Johns scars and watching him fall into the hard grass below him. His gloomy expression on his way to the hospital, a reminder for every halloween, and waiting for Michael for years was enough to send silent tears falling down my face and just staring at the shower wall.

"It's all my fault... It's all my fault... My fault... I'm not needed. I'm a burden... I don't deserve any of them..." The familiar but yet unwelcome whispers quietly spoke into my head like the tiny devil on your shoulder that never goes away. In a way I'm kind of used to it, it was just another day for me... But the darkness was embracing me and giving me the cold shoulder. The same feeling when Michael embraced me on the rooftop, it's not a nice feeling. I didn't want to leave the shower the energy just washed away, I just want to disappear and never been seen.

Hearing the drops of the shower head with the water hitting my wet (H/c). But I found the strength to get up and get dressed into my teaching wear, looking myself in the mirror as I used makeup to cover my dark circles in my eyes and to look decent for today. I groomed my messy hair into a ponytail that needed a fix, and the forced smile on the mirror in front of me but yet I was satisfied with the results. I quietly glanced at the photo that I took with Maddie and Susan, my once smiling carefree and energetic grin at the camera. I let out a low sigh and softly put down the picture and letting it face down on the wooden dresser. Putting on my coat and tending to Jamie who I cleaned up and got dressed.

I Got out of the simple family house with the white paint and bricks with it that match with this decade. I buckle Jamie in and went into the front seat of my 1967 Ford Country Squire Station and headed off, turning on the radio. "a-ha - (Take On Me)" Nope... I turn the radio to a different channel. "Simple Minds - (Don't You Forget About Me.)" Nah... Turned channel. "Spandau Ballet - (True)" Ugh Nope... Changed channel. "Michael Jackson - (Thriller)" I bear my teeth with a scowl, switching the channel with force. "The Police - (Every Breath You Take)" My face turned frozen, the lyrics banging like loud drums with the white emotionless mask still on my mind, Michael kissing me was the main thought. With no second I switched the channel to find something good. "Huey Lewis and the News - (Hip to be Square.)" Jamie cooed at the nice mans perky singing, swinging her arms in a playful manner. "You like this one don't you?..." Turning to my daughter in a positive way, she stood still on the car seat she blinked at me in a innocent manner. With a sigh I was turning my head back to the road, back to my deadpan expression. Not turning my head to see people happily putting on halloween decorations, or some of them putting on costume early, and the towns music full of halloween tunes for the kids. No, I was putting my focus on the narrow road with the seemingly colorful world turning colorless,dull, and boring. The music entering out of my ears only hearing muttering from the man singing. Seeing the therapists building in front of my vision.

"So tell me (Y/n)? Have you been drinking recently?..." The women sitting in her nice chair questioned me with politeness. I stared up at the women who was talking to me. My therapist had big puffy brown hair, thick eyebrows, and giant square glasses, with a professional sweater on her, and looked prim and proper.

"...Yesterday." I quietly replied to the women, looking down with my thumbs twiddling. The women nodded in understanding, taking out her notes and writing them down. I fixed my expression on my daughter who was playing with blocks in the corner.

"I may be guessing but I think this has to do with all of these horrific events that you had encounter twice. It is Halloween and the anniversary of those events can cause deep distress and alcohol can be one of the things to get rid of it. Is that the reason?" She crossed her legs as she was waiting for a response from me. I swallowed my throat, and gave out a relenting sigh.

"Yes. I know that it's not a healthy way but I tried everything to help with my PTSD. Even the medication is losing its power over me. I get so angry I can't control myself it's like i'm a entirely different person.." I bluntly but painfully rambled, the last part gave me a uneasy feeling. Starting looking down at my fingers that we're starting to give out my muscle and energy, making a stangling motion. I snarled with my mouth closed, and clenched my fists. The urge to hurt something once again bubbling into my conscious. Putting my arms down, I turned to her with a calm expression as I was rubbing my eyes with a yawn.

"Did you have another fight with your husband?" She mentioned in a casual way. The women's words rubbed me the wrong way. John smile rushed into my head, then when John stormed out of the house earlier. The loud slam still ringing in my ears. I quietly sighed.

"Yea... Every time halloween comes up I get into fight mode. And the longer I wait for him the angrier I get. Michael is like a blood sucking parasite, sucking every ounce of the energy I barely have." I explained feverishly to the women, who didn't say anything to interrupt me just smiled and nodded. I stopped slightly, snarling at the thought of Michael. John then flashed into my mind again, I looked away at the women with my head down and my body turning calmer and my expression turned cold.

"It's a constant reminder of those nights. And everytime I see John, I see those scars on his face, the gloomy look in his eyes with the sad smile he gives me. And I know that it's all my fault, I unintentionally dragged him down with me..." I gave out no expression and just stared into the eyes of the women before lights and faint tears came out of my eyes with a low but yet very forced smirk.

John laughter and bright smile echoed like calming bells into my head, I blushed. "I just want to walk up to him and- Shit I don't know..." Choked out those words with hesitation, I look down at my hands that were in a embracing motion. I clenched my forehead with a tense sigh, rubbing my neck with agitation and my neck stinging once again like every halloween. Covering my face with my stuttering hands, and trying my hardest to avoid seeing the old but still slightly visible scratches on my wrists. The women just blankly stared at me, with a worrying huff. A gaa entered my ears, looking down to see my little girl. Jamie got crawled over to me and clenched onto my skirt, I pick her up and put her on my lap. The therapist opened her mouth.

"Alright I guess this is a good time to change the subject. Did you feelings about Michael Myers change-"

"No! He is cold, he is deceiving, and he is sadistic... He'll come back and continue destroying my life and everyone around me." I snarled, bearing my teeth at the mere thought of him. The urge to attack something coming back in full force. I put a cooing Jamie right next to me and grabbing a pillow, and clenching it hard. All of my anger letting go from the grip on the pillow. I want to take my hands and strangle Michael until he suffocates.

"Alright then. I'll try to increase your dose on celexa then..." She wrote down a piece of paper and gave it to me which I grabbed quickly. Picking up my daughter and my purse, I head out of the door and thanking the women behind me.

I glanced down at my daughter who looked up at me with curious eyes and a smile. I gave a small smirk and kissed her forehead with such tenderness. "We're going to be fine." I tell my little baby who cooed in confusion as she used her small finger to grip on my work shirt. My smile faltered slightly. But yet I was just telling myself this. It would be ok, we will be ok...

"This is not right. I need help..."

"John Lloyd Pov"

Entering the hospital smoothly after I get my grip together with a irritated grunt. I went to the employees lounge and put on doctor's coat and grabbed my supplies peeking over at my co-workers just having coffee and chatting carefree. "Morning John? How was your weekend?" My coworker Donna greeted me with enthusiasm, I waved and gave her a quick good morning. Jeffrey gave me the documents of today's patients which I looked over with sharpness but not before thanking him with a charming grin. I put on my reading glasses and sat down real fast before my patients gets here. Might as well relax for a bit before I go to see my first patient for the day.

"So halloween's coming and i'm planning on doing a get together. Wanna come and be our leading man?" The very styled and blonde Jeffory offered me with smug grin on his features. I tensed with those words who spoke in such a positive manner, Michaels cold demeanor and heartlessness when he threw me off that roof still etched into my mind even after all these years later. What's so positive about halloween? It makes me sick to my stomach...

"No i'll pass. It's a overrated holiday anyway..." I sighed with my arms crossed and fixing my messy hair slightly. I wanted to change the subject but Jeffrey gave me the 'please do this and i'll reward you look'. I groaned with a cringe, wait for the impact of his words. Here we go again...

"Oh come on... You're really missing out John?-" He whined like a six year old and did the begging motion to me, I rolled my eyes at his inappropriate like behavior and in front of my co-workers to. If we weren't at work he would be on his knees telling me how great I am so I can do his dirty work.

"I said i'm fine Jeff..." I raise an eyebrow with at me with a fake smile, recoiling when he put his arm on my shoulder like an old friend. Donna noticed my discomfort and lured Jeffory away from me and offered him coffee. I mouthed a thank you to her which she nodded, laughing awkwardly as Jeffory started to use really cheesy pick-up-lines on her.

About a half an hour later Donna said that she helped Mrs Carpenter with her routine checkup and was ready for me to enter. I took out a huge breathe, fixing my glasses, and putting on a positive cheerful attitude, and a approval look. I head into the room where the 80 year old women was sitting patiently. "Hello Mrs Carpenter it's good to you again. How are you feeling?" I spoke in a mature but polite and kind tone to the smiling old lady who gave me a happy face and greeting back.

"Hello John happy to be here. Still being really kind to this old women as always." She giggled at her joke. I grin, taking the usual routine stuff like checking her breathe, her temperature, just the everyday stuff I'm use to. She has been a regular and is pretty going and approachable to talk to and to ask questions. We chatted for a bit before she brought up something.

"So how is your lovely wife (Y/n) doing recently?" I froze, slowly steering my head away from her. (Y/n)s harsh look on her face, stood in my head ever since I stormed off and drove away to work. I narrow my eyes down. She noticed my odd posture I was making and frowned slightly.

"Are you alright son. You look pale?" She asked nicely, concern written in her old features. I snapped my head back to her and showed off my dimple and returned to my train of thought.

"Yes I am fine but thank you. (Y/n)'s doing fine." I replied in a quiet but cheerful tone, with a lump on my throat. I finished the check up on her and she left with enthusiasm not before pinching my cheeks like i'm a little boy which made me huff with a redness on my cheeks.

3 hours has past and now It was lunchtime. I had some free-time before I go back into my shift. Heading into the bathroom as I tried to avoid my co-workers who thankfully were busy. I took a good look at myself in the mirror after I wash my face in the sink. My tired but yet healthy features stare back at me in the mirror. I remember (Y/n) smile everytime I surprise her when our anniversary comes up. Maybe I'll do something for her to cheer her up. Though I narrow my eyes at when I started to remember what she did this morning. Her distant and dreary (e/c) eyes, looking at me with a mix of coldness and fire. Starting overhearing my co-workers chat about costumes and halloween, what they should do about with their kids on this holiday. Sometimes I have to remind myself that she's just tense because of halloween. Michael flashes into my head. And I have to remind myself that Michael is not coming after us anymore, it's been 7 years and no sign of him pops up.

Heading out of the hospital, admiring the falls leaves outside and the beautiful town in front of me. Haddonfield was always a small town and I can never really see much there besides the occasional buildings and the tall trees here and there. But when I moved to california the buildings were bigger and there were more places to visit. Heck, last year me, (Y/n), Jamie, and Susan went to disneyland and I even went into my favorite childhood ride America Sings which I never went in ever sense I was a teen. We all had a fun time there and it was one of the things I experienced that I have not before. In a way I could ignore halloween and just appreciate the pretty bright fall view outside.

I turn my head but stopped to see a figure standing in the distance just watching me with intensity, I felt entranced and frozen. Not making out the figure across the street as I feel the world around slowing down. A body rammed into me and I jumped with a holler. Flashing my body towards a laughing teen wearing a captain kirk mask that has blond hair and eerily looked like Michaels. Flashing my head back to the silhouette which I realized was just a man wearing just wearing a boiler suit and just casually talking to someone else. "What the fu- Oh god watch where you're going you could get hurt?..." I quietly but tensely scolded the young man who bumped into me. He shrugged his shoulder with a roaring laugh along with his friends who really thought this was humorous.

"Happy halloween-" They snorted, using silly string that was now covering my hair. I twitched my eyebrow with a annoyed stance. They all ran away laughing and rudely bumping into people who stared at them offended, some people came to check on me. I clench my fist, stopping myself from chasing after them. I could do it but its not worth it... Sitting down on a bench and facepalmed, as I massage my tense muscles. My ears catching ghost-busters loudly playing in the one of the stores. With a sigh I get into my car with a loud slam. Clenching my jaw, I made my fingers into a fisting motion and slammed the steering wheel a couple of times until I eventually made my arms limp, putting my head on the steering wheel, and staring down my fingers more particularly my wedding ring. Just let it all past... It will be over soon...

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Well here's chapter 17 and all of its glory. As you can see I am taking a different direction like I told you guys in the last chapter. But either way I have nothing really else to say but perhaps the chapter will be slightly shorter than this one as I had a blast writing this one.

But I hope you enjoy this chapter and always remember I love every single one of you. <3