John Carpenters Version.

I feel like I need to add a trigger warning before I begin. This story will tap into themes such as domestic violence, emotional and physical abuse, neglect, and PTSD. For the love of god please do not read if this will hurt you. The hotlines are in the bottom of my authors note if you are suffering from any of these and i'm always here if you need to talk. Of course I don't condone any of this.

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https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/

Haddonfield Illinois.

November || 1978.

A knife pierces the girls stomach. She raises her hands in front of the bloody weapon. Her shrieks turning into faint breathing, unmoving now. Young eyes wide and frozen, fulls of scars. Stuck looking at the now motionless figure on the carpet beneath the small mary jane shoes.

I can't breathe. I can't breathe.

"(Y/n)...?"

I can't breathe. I can't move...

"(Y/n)...?"
I can't fuckin move!-

"(Y/n)-" I snapped my (e/c) pupils wide open. My breathing was the haziest it could get. Everything was flashing into my head again, running around in circles and never stopping. Running in slow motion to a point where everything was turning distorted. Though they eventually calmed once a brush of air ran through me, the window wide open with the sun beaming down my face, old leaves entering inside the building. Birds were chirping outside, the same birds that I would sing along with when my young feet would skip across my old neighborhood on a bright cloudless day.

Instead of the hippies bedroom with pretty flowery wallpaper, it was a white boring color with no pretty furniture in sight. Instead of the small quint home I knew so well. It was a small office with a few pieces of furniture and of course a desk in the corner of the room. Instead of the high pitched blood-curdling screams echoing into the small quaint neighborhood, it was silent. I was unmoving, slumped on a flowery couch with my head leaning back on the bright colored pillows. I slowly turned to the source of the voice, the calming one that soothes me.

It was a simple looking man in his thirties, a bit of scruff on his pale features. His posture rather relaxed with his chest puffed out with authority.

I lost count of how many times I seen these types of people..

But I'm pretty sure this was about the third time I saw this man, staring into my (e/c) eyes whom for the first time in fifteen years were rather soft and tender. The dark circles under my pupils were very visible to the one person I was supposed to let out my emotions to.

But yet I did nothing, I said nothing.

Though I briefly peeked outside the office door to find the trusting Dr Loomis waiting outside for me, reading a novel as he observed young people exiting their therapy session. Some seemed rather normal but their eyes said otherwise. And others were sobbing, screaming out to their therapist who only blinked and nodded at those people that he has seen over and over again from the years he has worked. But he has seen much worse, oh so much worse, words can't describe what he has seen in one particular patient. Loomis shivered at the horrifying image of those dead eyes that would always show to the middle aged psychiatrist.

Dr Loomis was smart, he know what he was doing.

He saw what Michael was truly capable off.

And just like that he gazed to the (H/c) young women who blankly looked up the ceiling with her therapist taking notes quietly. She wasn't sobbing uncontrollably, she wasn't laughing hysterically, she wasn't doing anything that would be considered similar to the patients he worked with for years.

Rather she was in a trance like state not making any sort of interaction with the professional. Her eyes matched the devils for a brief moment expect they had something inside of them, something still living, something that could be saved still. He frowned seriously.

"(Y/n) I know this is hard for you. But I can't help you if you can't tell me what's on your mind..."

The man in front of me silently informed me, giving me a rather tender glance. I stood up and faced him with a hardened stare. My head down, playing with my fingers which were a ugly purple color, it gave out a hissing sting. Though they weren't as bruised as the marks on my wrists that were still burning slightly, it almost matched those old scars on my arms. It was such a familiar feeling.

"I know... I know..." I mumbled so silently I think the physiatrist didn't hear my rather timid whispers. Those same little whispers that I uttered out when I was small. There was a pause, a cold pause.

"...The healing process is a long one and I see that your still in need of recovery." The man finally broke the silence. I pursed my lips. Flinching when he opened his mouth, the silence was the one thing that made me clear my head for once. Where everything was clear. Where there was no more yelling or snarling from the people that never were washed away from my conscious, it just repeated like a clock.

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"I suppose... It's been like this for years now and I really thought that I put this all behind me. But low and behold it happens again!..." I snipped quietly, making little murmurs to myself. He nods, adding on the list of notes he must of put of me. A cold numbness clawed into my skin, I layed back against the couch and just let myself sink into it, closing my eyes and listening to the same advice that every single one of them gives to me. I even replied to some of his for lack of a better term 'questions'.

"I know Michael is gone, gone where he can't abduct me or kill innocent people. But still it's baffling that... goddammit this shouldn't hurt..."

My voice cracked though there were no signs of tears. It feels strange saying his name again, the name I use to call out in such a bright tone. It was strange that all of a sudden he was back in my life. It was strange that he would wrap his arms around me rather tightly, possessive even, perhaps deadly. Despite the flinching when his name was called, there was a rather warm feeling pounding in my chest. A peaceful sigh exiting my throat as I recalled the giggles of two little children who skipped all around the simple white house with the classic white picket fence, jumping up and down the kids bed. The doctor raised an eyebrow, his eyes widen a bit when he glanced at the tiny smile that must of been a first for the professional.

"You still care for him?"

As I heard those words, my smile faltered slightly. My eyes were in a rather gloomy state. I clenched my arms around me in a hugging motion, putting my body into a fetal position.

Curling up, hiding within myself, by myself.

"...I don't know..." I managed to give out some sort of reply.

"Hmm..." The doctor hummed.

"Alright I guess we need to go back to the beginning then? Back to your childhood?..." I glanced at him finally paying attention to the boring figure.

My insides were clawing so violently, the screams inside my head were fierce. Though on the outside I blinked at him rather emotionless, void of any type of color. The man seemed to notice that I started to glimpse away from him with my lips pursed, staring into nothing. Nothing but the blank wall in front of me.

A haunting echo entered my head.

An eerie like whisper settled in.

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...

Those same morning chirps that I heard outside the window were heard so very clearly, a warm spring breeze running through the friendly community that made others want to pack their bags and movie into the revered neighborhood.

Children giggling on the playground, an old women on the park feeding breadcrumbs to the eager birds. 'Mr Sandman - The Chordettes' playing across small radios on open windows, with housewives baking pies as they hummed with the peaceful music.

Hippie vans were driving around everywhere, ramblers parked into rather simple homes that were surrounded with flowers and bushes, common among small families. Hippies around the town with signs about world peace and equality. News about the vietnam war spreads like wildfire, spreading shivers around haddonfield and even the rest of the world.

But alas it was such a warm spring in 1963.

And there was me, the first thing that people would notice would be giant band-aids on my knees with scraps hiding behind them. There was one on my face that was clearly trying to cover up the faded purple mark on my face. Besides those all people saw was a little child, the little (h/c) girl with a light pink ribbon on top of her hair, a cute puffy pink dress with flowers that matched with it. Though patched together poorly it was really vibrant. The little child who was in the backyard of a pretty tiny house that had a few dents on the white paint, a couple of visible cracks from the front windows, a white picket fence that was mostly seen around the small neighborhood.

Besides the few bad paint jobs, and a couple of broken stuff. It seemed like any other house in the 50s/60s. My toys were scattered on the grass, barrel monkeys were barely visible, a couple of barbie dolls with little frilly dresses, and of course the one I clung onto the most my Raggedy-Ann-Doll which was nearby me at all times.

My tiny body flinched horribly, my stomach turning into knots when the dredded sounds of glass smashing with vicious screams that mixed in those ferocious yells.

Any sane six year old would have just grabbed their toys and bolt far away from the startling noises that uttered out from the two people that I wanted to wrap my arms around into a tight embrace. But of course I didn't move an inch. I managed to block out the noises for quite a while, my attention on the nice toys that were neatly laid out in front of me.

Playing with little timid mumbles as the shouts escalated blocking out my tiny murmurs. When the predicted shrieks started to kick in, I covered my ears hard with my eyes clenched shut.

My insides felt like they were getting ripped out by every single utter from the young adults whom continued to snarl at one another.

After a while those shouts that I grew accustomed to calmed down until they eventually stopped by a loud slam on the front door and a grim screech with a motor running further away from the tiny neighborhood.

When that was finally over I started humming to one of 'the-beetles' songs that my mom put on the radio this morning. I put my Raggedy-Ann-Doll on the tiny bright red wagon. I ran into the front yard as fast as I can with my doll barley hanging on. It really felt like I was being carried away to another land when my imagination carried off into a another magical world maybe even a better land to escape from.

...Though the constant shaking of my little body, the uneven breathing, and the dull eyes from my (e/c) pupils told me that there was no real escape from the life I lead.

With nothing left to do outside, I headed back into the screened back door where I was met with piles of boxes, surrounded with junk that my father tends to collect, especially his golf trophies from the 50s. Sure they were all in a pile where I could easily walk over it but they were still quite a bit of stuff to put away. My father was out of the picture for now.

I turned to my giggling mommy who was twirling the kitchen phone cord as she talked smoothly, different from when she's around daddy. I waved my tiny hands to grab the women attention but of course she saying some stuff that I didn't recognize. I glanced outside to see people relaxing outside with children playing while a couple were holding hands and cuddling. Which I tilted my head at. My desire to just walk away from the cluttered house, to jump rope and hula hoop with the two little girls was growing stronger.

"M-mommy...?" I stuttered with my childlike voice, the shyness was obvious. She didn't respond.

"Mommy can I go play with the neighbors?" I tugged on her shirt and pointed out the window, she reached her hand towards me quickly.

I flinched back but blinked when shes petting my (h/c) locks softly.

"Yeah... yeah sure honey..." She mumbled, turning from me as I opened the door after turning around to check on my moms response.

"Oh sugarbear. I wish I could smooch you from across the telephone.~" She teased with that accent of hers, faint chuckling was heard from the other side of the phone which was more deep than daddys. Maybe it was her friend? By moms perky smiling I took as a yes. And with that I left the house and out to the street leaving her to chat with her friend.

"Judith you have to stop worrying. Its normal to have a relationship like that. You have better things to worry about."

"Its not normal. Most 6 year old would play outside and talk with other kids but Michael sneaks into my room and draws disturbing things on my dairy, or is being rough on the neighbors cat. The thing that still gives me the shivers is the way he plays with moms cutting knives while he gives that hateful look. It scares me Kathy..." The other girl Judith mumbled a bit, clenching onto her textbooks as they walked through the peaceful community who acknowledged the 15 year old with a cheery greet, with the said girl who never fails to wave back.

She sighs with gloom while her friend patted her on the back.

"Have you told your parents?"

"I tried to but dad is to busy on his work and I don't want to disturb him. And mom won't believe that her precious son is doing these things..." She pursed her lips and clenched her forehead. "I know mom loves me but she never believes anything I say. I wish she would just listen..."

"Tell you what how about you can visit my home as we kick and have a chat about this over cookies and milk. How about that?" She smiled at her raising her head with a grin hugging her with a big thank you, finally making it right by her cozy family home chatting away as Judith's mood began to glow more.

"So I heard that Mr Riddle is finally talking with the neighbors mor- Hey why is there a little girl by herself...?" She heard her friend comment, she turned to where she's pointing at. She was correct there was a kid around Michaels age who was aimlessly looking around the area, clenching onto a doll. This wasn't the same as girls around the neighborhood, she wasn't giggling, or talking to anyone, she had a dreary look in her eyes.

Judith heart stung at the sight of her, her eyes matched Michaels but yet they held something, there's a person trapped inside trying to claw out of the prison bars. She frowned before stopping the little girl who turned around with a jump, her little body shaking a bit.

"Are you ok?..." She tried to reach out to the child who dropped her blank stare and let out a toothing grin, the same grin she longed to see from a certain blonde little boy. Judith noticed the band-aids, glancing at the purple mark that was barely visible.

"Are you ok?..." She tried again, I stayed silent for a while.

"Y-yeah... My name is (Y/n)?" My stuttering hid the darkness that surrounded my tone. The two teens turned to each other, I blinked at them.

"Um... Well my name is Judith and... You know what hey (Y/n) do you mind if you come with me for a bit?" She held her hand out to me, her eyes were trailing all over to find the parents. Where are they? I fiddled my fingers as I pursed my lips shut. I was hesitant to hold into the teenagers hand but I complied following the teen into the white home which was a few houses across from mine.

The girls who I just learned their names were talking with the two adults who listened to the teen with amazement plastered on them, their eyes widen and their posture frozen. I was awestruck at the living room which had no boxes or junk in sight. It was such a pretty wonderland. I did my usual head tilt as if I were a cat.

The grownups were giving me cookies and giving me soft talk as I hesitantly responded to them some of the time, my timid whispers made them frown a bit. Though one thing that really caught my eye was the footsteps coming down those narrow stairs near their front door.

There was a small shadow that was as tall as me. The strange figure had short blond hair that was spiked with some curls mixed in. He wore a simple green buttoned striped shirt and some dark blue shorts.

But the thing that was interesting were his brown eyes which were cold and carried no emotion.

"Oh there you are Michael I was looking for you. Can you play with little (Y/n) while me and Daddy talk for a bit?" The said boy didn't respond to his mother's request. He stood in that same spot as he watched me carefully. Those dark filled eyes pierced right into me, I feel myself getting trapped.

He sneered at his mother.

"Michael listen to your mother." The boy didn't do anything. I tilted my head to the boy. After what seemed like forever they sent us upstairs. Me and the blondie were staring at each other silently in a rather small bedroom that had flowery wallpaper. It was surrounded by simple 50/60s toys with his clothes in a pile. There was another room right next to his that looked more feminine and much fresher.

"Uh... what do you like to play?"

Silence.

"Can you talk?"
There was a pindrop.

"Look at this." I showed him my dolly with a tiny grin. It didn't shock me that he didn't move but what did make me uneasy was the fact when my back was turned he would stick his hands out to me, aiming for my neck with a strangling like motion. Unknown to me was Michaels mind which was me covered in blood and stabs wounds, my wide eyes carring no soul in them.

I was just another one of the bodies which remained in Michael. Those familiar voices echoing in his head telling the same things over and over.

Slash...

Stab...

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"Let's play dollies." I took my Raggedy-Ann-Doll and his action figure. At times it was lovey dovey stuff but most of the time the dolls were both hitting each other over and over, recalling and reenacting how mommy and daddy act, copying their motions which stuck in my mind like glue. Edith Myers peaked in the room as she held the laundry basket to find me shouting pretend insults, she covered her mouth with light tears coming down her face as she hid behind the wall. Michael however showed something that was completely new, there was a glimpse of sadism.

His pupils casting down at my dolls which made me tilt my head again. I was so lost in the moment that I failed to catch the death stare he started to cast upon me, a bloodthirsty one. The bright sunny day turned into a orange color. To me it was only a few minutes since I been here.

"I seen this child all by herself ever since those neighbors moved in. You think she's doing ok by now?" Just as Edith finished her the last fold of laundry on her lap there a more lively giggle echoing upstairs.

"Looks like it. I called child protective services about this they should take care of the situation..." There was no amusement in the usual cheerful patriotic of the family. Peter Myers. There was no noise entering the room until the oldest child who was lounging on the flowery couch broke the silence, breaking the strained atmosphere that befell the small family.

"You know I kinda want to be an actress when I grow up. You know be like Audrey Hepburn or Marilyn Monroe. Live life glamorously. You understand what i'm saying? Hey maybe I can let you guys live with me when I move to a luxurious mansion." Judith pestered, nudging her father on the side who jumped which caused him to drip his coffee on his newspaper. Edith let out a tiny and timid chuckle, staring at her husband who was trying to compose himself while attempting to look like one of those cool fathers.

Edith stitched up part of the baby clothes she put on the side, showing off to her youngest child Cynthia whom gazed up at her mother with a coo.

"My beautiful-beautiful daughter. If you try hard enough then it could happen but you will always be my little girl." Peter purposely let out those cheesy lines with a sly grin which made Judith's cheeks glowed red.

Oh here we go again.

"Oh come on dad i'm practically an adult now. Heyyyy!-" She whined rather childishly as her father ruffled her light brown hair lightly, giving her a long drawn out smooch with the man cackling by her response. Cynthia was clapping her hands with little squeaking laughter. Judith looked down at her baby sister with dramatic betrayal in her eyes. Sticking her tounge out.

"You will always be my princess. Love you kiddo." Peter pecked Judith forehead gently this time. Judith leaned in by her father, soaking in the warmth her teasing dad was giving the poor teenager.

"But your not getting married until i'm long dead." Judith pouted. Oh how the betrayal was growing. Edith howled with laughter.

There was a knock at the door, a rather fast knock to the families liking. Peter stood up but his wife stopped him which he complied, sitting down on his favorite chair and reading the news paper rather lazily, grumbling with a skittish attitude. It amused Judith whom teased him a whole lot after words.

Edith opened it to find a younger women whom was breathing heavily with her movement rather erratic. Edith smile faltered a bit, a tense air grew around the two women. She took a closer look at someone who was not much older then Judith's age. The stranger was wearing a nice flowerly top matching her skirt and the leggings that were ripped up. Her straight (h/c) was well groomed but still didn't calm Ediths nerves.

At first the middle aged mom thought it was one of those hippies who waved around those ridiculous signs in the town about world peace and such but after awhile she realized that it was one of those neighbors whom she had a quick chat with a while back.

Edith grinned to appease the young women.

"Hey there. My daughter have you seen her? She has my hair color and is around 5 years old... I looked for her for hours. She tends to run off a lot you know..." The women whose name was Helen words trailed off rather plainly, rubbing the back of her neck with a sigh.

Edith had a deep rooted feeling inside of her. Her words were off putting. Helen was rather chirpy, smiling when Edith brought over cookies when they first moved into there small community but here it didn't sound right.

"Um... Yeah she's upstairs i'll go get her."

"Thank you so much. I really appreciate it."

My little ears caught the grownups talking downstairs. I froze perfectly still when my mother's voice called me, my skin practically turning white. I prayed to myself that she won't see me up here, maybe I can hide under Michaels bed and pretend that i'm invisible. I thought about that for a while until I realized that my parents always find me.

I shivered, my breathing getting really heavy with my mind going a million miles an hour. I turned my head to every direction to find a place to hide. Michaels expression was changing slightly instead of the emotionless kid that I spend hours 'playing' with he blinked at me with a hidden emotion with his eyes widen quickly.

It was rather odd to me but all I can focus on was the footsteps that were getting closer to said boys room. The two adults found us, sitting down surrounded by toys and standing perfectly still, Michael stared at his mother simply while she greeted the six year old. With my mother however I looked away with my head down, my body curling into a little ball. She wasn't saying a word, the silence was deadly. Edith turned to the women and apologize for keeping her here although saying it rather reluctantly.

"Alright (Y/n) time to go back home you had enough fun for one day." She spoke in a sugar coat voice, grabbing my arm and yanked me up to my feet. I jerked back with a long hiss. I turned to the short boy who stood in the dark corner of the hall, blankly watching me. There was an ominous darkness. I frowned at him before trying to get out of moms grasp.

"No! I want to stay! I want to sta-"
"(Y/n) now...!"

"Hey hey... it's alright she just wanted to say hi to the neighbors. Don't worry (Y/n) you can come back anytime you want..." Edith spoke softly, winking at me which I caught on with a sweet smile. Helens smile faltered a bit, giving a odd look to her neighbor. Michael looked up at the glares of both women, turning to me with a almost muted hum. Helen raised an eyebrow before returning to a simple smile.

"I told her not to talk to strangers. That girl loves to cause trouble a lot... But maybe she can if she behaves." I didn't fight back with a retroit or cried, I looked down fiddling my fingers with a frown. Helen politely said her farewells. I silently waved bye to the baffled mother and her quiet son. I truly thought that this would be the last time seeing my young neighbor.

When the front door finally closed and with Edith jogging to the living room to discuss what happened. Michael was finally alone, ignoring his parents talk about the issue rather loudly while Judith was taking Cynthia upstairs to the nursery.

He mimicked the same motion I did to him earlier, tilting his head and his eyes never leaving the door, listening to their voices outside which were getting further and further away.

"Dear I told you not to talk to strangers..."

"But mommy there really nic-"

"This is what dangerous people do (Y/n)! They lure you in by kind words to kidnap or kill you. Remember i'm only keeping you away from everybody to protect you. You trust Mommy right?"

"Y-yeah..."

"That's a good girl. Now let's go home. I'm making stew for dinner tonight." My eyes lit up a bit as she grinned.

"Really? Yay I love stew!-"

"I know you do." She winked playfully, petting my hair like she did this afternoon. I gave her that toothing grin she loves, her hands were warm. I couldn't help but think about Michael, something about him drew me into that home. Something told me to go in there. I doubt I will be seeing him again but it was nice while it lasted.

The school bell rang. Children were giggling and chatting with their friends, some with parents guiding them to their classrooms which were colorful and full of little children drawings. The teachers grading papers and eyeing those who arrived. Edith dropped off her son after she drops off Judith as per usual, waving them goodbye with a giant grin on her face.

Michael like he does every morning just heads to his classroom and looks out the window of course when he's not eying other children interacting with one another. There was a never ending empty look.

So many pigs to slaughter, so many to slash and stab,

to rip their guts out, to feel their blood on his hands,

to watch as their life slowly drains away.

He snuck into Judith room again while she was in the shower and played with her dairy, mostly drawing pictures with violent scribbles. Not surprisingly he got a handfull from his older sister and a scolding from his father before he headed to work with his pride still in his hands. Though the other thought was that girl who was in his house a couple weeks ago, the one who barges into his life unexpectedly. Those alarming thoughts grew more violent ever since that day came. Judith is still breathing and walking this earth. He clenched his fists at the thought of Judith's calming smile.

The lesson started a while now and the teacher was giving out the same nonsense like she does everyday. The teacher called Michael but before he can open his mouth, there was a creak on the door. My small body entered as I avoided eye contact with everybody including the teacher who gave me a glance, not giving me a second thought.

Unlike his classmates he gazed at me. Once I sat down after explaining my tardiness I finally noticed those brown eyes giving a disturbing gleam, those same eyes he gave me when I met him. I waved at him with a shy smile.

He growled and turned his head away from me. My stomach turned into knots, turning my attention to the teacher who was starting to speak.

"Alright class we are going to do arts and crafts. You can choose any topic you want but you have to work with a partner." My teacher clapped her hands with a singsong voice which I won't lie made my nerves calm down a bit. The children instantly were forming little groups while I stayed at my desk staring at my fingers while fiddling them. Michael was in the corner of the room watching his peers with a sharp glare.

"Have you found someone (Y/n)?" I jumped when the teachers voice was heard right next to me, looking down at my desk.

"U-um no... I'm sorry" My words were turning into small cracks.

"Please don't yell at me..."

"Oh sugar it's ok i'm not going to yell at you. Its ok to be shy sometimes." She rubbed circles on my back gently. "Why don't you partner up with Michael? I'm sure he will love to be your friend?"

"But I..." Isolation began to swoop in. There was a deep feeling in the pit of my stomach. The ones I hate to have with me. I can't avoid it anymore.

"O-ok."

I let my teacher guide me to Michael and again we just stared at each other as we both sit on the opposite side of the desk. The empty piece of paper on the center of the table, not touched. A part of me just wanted to disappear but yet there was this fascination.

Most little boys would socialize with other boys while avoiding girls like the plague because of cooties. With him it seemed like half the time he wasn't even breathing, he seemed like those scary statues when I go to church.

"H-hi... So um your names Michael?..." He looked up at me, narrowing his sharp brown eyes, different from the curious expression from the time we met. I bite my lip feeling the sweat go down me. He slowly nodded, his shoulders were tensed up and was giving me a rather guarded look.

I pouted like a toddler.

"What are you drawing?" There were black scribbles coming from said drawing which had my jaw slacked, it was so memorizing to see. Like one of those paintings when the class went to that art museum.

My eyes sparkled with a beam.

"Wow that looks really good. Can I color with you?"

He didn't look up at me and focused on drawing the scribbles on the girls head with a red crayon all over the morbid sketch. Despite this he nodded though rather hesitant but I didn't care.

I instantly took my crayon and joined. Michael small body was relaxing a bit, taking a peek at my drawing which looked like his expect it was a childish sketch of a crying girl with big scary monsters in the background.

I gave him my sketch and let him draw on it. This time there was a little boy right next to the girl which was covered in a red stain. I didn't think much of that disturbing detail, in fact it looked really good.

"I wish I can color like that."

Those words didn't have my usual stuttering on them instead it sounded chirpy, swinging my little legs under the table with my feet barely touching the ground. A laughter rolled into my tongue, thinking about a future where i'm painting in front of people who want to buy my drawings like any other famous person you see on the streets. It's a magical dream.

Michael listened to every word I put out during our protect. His hissing glare was back to his normal blank one.

"What do you want to be?" He said nothing. But after a while with slow movement he gave his broken crayons to me which made me bright up.

"Your really nice. Lets play again." His eyes had something in them, his gaze seemed to be stuck by my grin. I tilted my head which he did to.

I giggled and before I knew it I talked him into playing with me on the playground when it was finally lunchtime, though giving me a weird glance when he followed me to what I was doing. Of course by playing I was on the monkey bars while Michael was watching underneath me which startled me a bit though he didn't move.

My laughter was heard from the teachers which had them grinning. It was that rare moment where I didn't feel like they weren't any signs of me shaking like a leaf or me flinching when my name got called on.

There was a peaceful breeze.

Though some teachers felt a deep uncontrollable feeling in them as they watched us, that drawing especially made their blood run cold. We did see each-other more in class the pull that lead me to the Myers house was starting to come back to me.

I thought I was just satisfied with having someone to talk to but I guess not.

I want more.

The small box tv was illuminating the small room which was surprisingly clean, all of the dirty dishes were in the sink, all the boxes were finally moved to the closet and my dad left work with a smile on his face. This should be a time for me to jump on the coach cheering. But here I am with my mother who was entranced by the 'Jetsons' that was usually on when it was saturday. My mother chuckled at a joke that one of the characters said.

I glanced at her secretly.

"M-mommy...?"

"Yes baby?"

"I-I just wanted to ask you if I can go to Mikey's house to play?" There was a cold pause. I feel a shiver on my back.

"Honey you know the rules we don't talk to the neighbors. We discussed this a bunch of times. Don't be dumb." My face fell.

"Don't give me that look." She started rather casually, taking a sip out of her wine glass as her eyes were still stuck on the screen. I snarled, lashing out.

"Your mean!"

"Mommy is doing this because she loves you. Mommy wants to protect you." She told me, heading to the kitchen to the phone that was connected to the wall as it was ringing. I remained still.

After a while her conversation was odd. Saying weird stuff that made me raise an eyebrow. I didn't even bother to ask her this time. Ever since that fateful day. There was a strange feeling inside me, I was rather quiet, I wasn't screaming, I wasn't shouting, I wasn't breathing heavily feeling as if my lungs would give out. My mind was clear.

I glared at her with a snarl, my chest puffed out with a surge of pride entering with my jaw clenched. I turned to the back door and headed there with my tippy toes and attempting to head out, succeeding when my mother was enthralled by this person on the phone. I didn't think it through.

I acted on it and I left.

This is not the first time nor it will be the last time.

The familiar white house was in my view, barley hearing a couple of girls gossiping with giggles. I knocked on the door with the same teenager opening it. She looked down at me and froze. I gave her a toothing smile which made Judith's mood light up.

"Oh hey (Y/n) it's good seeing you again. How are you?"

"Hi Judith! I'm doing fine is Michael here?"

"Yep! He's upstairs in his room."

"Thannnkkksss.-" I skipped upstairs which caused a chuckle to escape Judith's lips heading back to her bedroom where her friend was eagerly waiting for her. I clenched my fists, the thought of Mommy dragging me out of his house and yelling at me was getting more fierce.

"Hi Mikey..."

I beamed. He turned around to face me, his brown eyes widened a bit. Besides there first meeting this was the second time I had been to his house unannounced. His stomach turned to knots and felt a surge within.

He couldn't tell if it was good or bad but either way it was new.

He snapped out of it when I directed him to give me some space. It took a couple of seconds but he moved a bit which I accepted. At first we just played like nobody's business, Michael seemed to copy my movements of the dolls. I observed as he started to join in.

Those dolls looked so vulnerable as they were headless. I started to frown again. He seemed to notice my change of behavior, tilting his head.

He gave me one as he observed me like a hawk. I tightly clenched on it, ripping them off violently my veins were popping up of my neck with my cheeks flushed. I snarled grabbing each one as I repeat, over and over again. All I can think about was my parents.

Though another part of me felt a deep pit in my stomach but it wasn't out of anger, it was agonizing. I didn't see it but there was a faint smile appearing on Michaels young features, his eyes glinted bloodthirsty red.

My roar was heard in the house which made Judith jump with her friend, turning to Michaels bedroom door.

"Was that... ?" Judith mouth was agape slightly, her insides dropping from the noises coming from the 5 year old, completely ignoring the fashion magazines that were laid out on the floor.

"You mean the same girl from three months ago? Looks like it. It sounds like her..." Unlike Judith she only glanced for a couple seconds before putting her attention back to the swimsuit catalogs.

"Should I go check on her. You know what forget it i'm checking..."

"Judith don't-"

Judith ignored her best friend, opening the door to find her old barbie dolls scattered about. Judith stood there frozen, maggesing her temples as she tried to hold back from yelling to the six year old.

She took a deep breath and sighed.

"Michael I told you not to go into my stuff. I'm sick of it!-"

Michael lowered his eyebrows with a predatory glare which was aimed up at his older sister who clenched her fists. I kneeled my head down. It was in this moment I finally saw what I did, it was like I was somebody different, somebody dangerous, somebody not to get involved with. I shouldn't have left and stayed with mommy and behaved like a good daughter.

I'm a bad girl...

I'm so stupid...

I'm s-sorry. I'm really sorry... It was me..." I wrapped my arms around myself as my little body was shaking. I was ready for the harsh words coming from her mouth. Judith rubbed my back gently, soothing me with calming words which had me calming down.

"No I should be the one apologizing for scaring you. Michael loves to dig into my things a lot. It's not your fault you didn't know. And Michael..."

Judith turned to him.

"I'm telling mom about this and she will not be happy you're digging into my stuff." And finally there was a slam on the door, I flinched violently.

There was a dark energy beginning to form around us, mostly around Michael. Everything flashed into my mind like fireworks setting off. Judith was back in her bedroom and her attention to her magazines.

"Is everything ok?"

"Yeah my little brothers being a troublemaker again..."

"What about that little girl? Is she alright?" There was a pause.

"I don't know. I hope she's ok..." Judith couldn't help but think about her timid neighbor ever since she first saw her walking on the sidewalk alone with her doll. She couldn't help but glance at her small house from time to time, mostly when she was walking home from highschool school.

There was just silence. Pure silence. Michael reached his arms out to me when my eyes were stuck to the door. My breathing was really heavy and I couldn't think. Soon I will be lifeless on the floor. My tiny body with a knife pierced into me.

But something happened that made him freeze.

He can't do it... Why?

He clenched his fists tightly. Why can't he go through with it! His gut was telling him no, why now? He had the opportunity laid out in front of him!

He lowered his fingers away from me and glanced his emotionless orbs to the wall. A wave of warmth ran through him, it was a pleasant feeling that he couldn't comprehend and that made him want to scream out and get rid of the problem. But yet he did nothing.

"So um.." I tried to start, my voice was trembling.

"D-do you want to play house?..."

He was still facing away from me. I knew was Michael was listening, it took me a while to realize it but I learned that he always listened when I spoke to him in class. He didn't give me any type of response. I would just find it as normal Michael behavior but the problem is that he was communicating with me when we were working together. My hands were starting to shake.

"P-pw-ay." I peeked to find a baby walking next to us. Just then Michael was staring by the little girl who gurgled at the presence of her brother, though the dark feeling still remained in fact it grew.

Oh Perfect timing, she can play with us.

"Let's play house. I can be the Mommy and you can be the Daddy."

I picked up Cynthia and acted like an adult, pretending to cook and pretending to clean. I gave a disgruntled Michael a tie which I found in his parents bedroom which he had a hard time putting on. Which made me let out a small giggle. Cynthia cooed when I touched her, however with Michael she was trying to claw away from with little weeps.

Michael apparently shuttered when he had to touch the 2 year old. What's worse is that he sneered when my head was faced to her. He pretended to get off work and go home, opening his bedroom door.

"Hi welcome home from wor-" I stopped my sentence as I was hypnotized by what my orbs were beholding. For a split second he let out a small smile but went back to his blank one but thats all I needed to see.

"Yay! You smiled-!"

I glomped on him, my little arms wrapped around him with a tight coil. He let out a little kids grunt, he was blinking with his mind running a million miles a minute not slowing down not even a second.

His hands slowly got out and lightly returned my gesture, patting my back awkwardly. It was almost uncontrollable. I mentally cheered to myself inside, with Michael however he was floored.

"Now I just need to get you to talk. Can you talk to me?"

He shook his head which was kneeling down. There was pang in my heart, his eyes were glazed which deepened the blow inside me.

My smile faltered slightly.

"O-oh so you can't...?" He nods hesitantly.

I melted at the sight, my heart lighting up. With my gentle fingers, I rubbed his back. My soothing little voice was so relaxing.

He opened his mouth but he quickly closed it, relaxing to my warm touch. Listening to me humming as I give him our toys.

I made it back home ok, Mommy was still on the phone not even giving me a second glance when I walked back in the house. Three more months have gone by, I wasn't just seeing him in class I was visiting his house as well until I finally began playing at his quaint little home on most days.

I somehow managed to sneak away and be in his house on hours on end. I always took that opportunity when mommy and daddy would argue or if dad was at work or mom was on the phone. Him returning home til around dinner time.

Speaking of which I was sitting on the dinner table with my parents, my dad ruffled my hair when he walked in the door when he went home. I played with the uneaten turkey and mash potatoes. Listening to the conversation that my parents were talking about.

Mostly about a subject that I could care less about.

"Anyways enough of my problems... How was work today?"

Helen glanced at her husband who was rubbing his forehead with both of his fingers, a strained growl exiting his throat. I pursed my lips, trying my hardest to not stare my father in the eyes as mom was trembling.

"Awful... the new reports they gave me were confusing."

"Confusing how...?"

"They were uneven, every single page felt like I was reading a goddamn thesis. I just wanted the information laid out." He simply responded.

"Have your tried talking to our co-workers about this."

"I tried but yet my secretary insisted that the reports looked fine." He sighed which caused me to breath.

"If Dorothy wasn't being such a bitch then we won't have this proble.-"

"Woah woah woah! Whos Dorothy?-" My insides dropped to the floor.

"My secretary... I told you about her weeks ago. Are you really that stupid?"

"Oh me stupid!? Please your the one whos constantly being late for work and not supporting us. Oh and here's the kicker you go and flirt with the whore while (Y/n) is waiting for her father to return. I know you do! You worthless pile o-"

"I am supporting you and the brat you stupid cun-" He choked on the food, spitting it out. Howard gave an icy stare to Helen.

"Are you trying to poison me women?!-"

"Poison you? Poison you? Please you are not worth the effor-"

Howard slammed his fists on the table which me and my mom jumped, frozen at our seats. We suddenly were growing pale when he stood up with the chair squealed backwards. We didn't say a word.

"I'm going in my room..."

He stormed off with his food leaving me and my mommy paralyzed.

It took me a while. No it took me hours but I told myself that they don't know about what I did. They weren't suspecting a thing.

I slyly smirked, the broken grin had faded away for this moment. I can do anything now. I feel so much better. My chest felt tight but at least a can breathe a tiny bit more, constantly telling myself to ignore those cruel words, ignoring the hissing pain on my old bruises, ignoring the seething pain in my heart that repeats over and over.

I decided to go to bed early tonight, mommy was still wide-eyed to even notice me. Unknowing to all of us, Michael was staring at the house from his window which is open. The autumn air was brushing through the window. After that loud clunking noises has stopped he tilted his head when he saw a tiny figure in the small almost cramped bedroom, wearing a long pink nightgown. He observed my figure closer and closer unti-

"Michael dinner!-"

He glimpsed robotically. He rolled his eyes and headed to the dinner table where his family was waiting. It was just silence besides a few jokes here or there. Not out of the ordinary...

"So I finally got Cynthia to talk a full sentence! All of my kids are getting so big! Before you know it i'll be growing grey hairs."

Edith mentioned with a perky hum. Cynthia was gnawing on her food with a gaa exiting her lips, giving a toothless grin. Peter chuckled, playing with his toddlers hair as she howled with little giggles.

"Sooo dad." Judith casually brought up with a stuttering chuckle.

"Hmm." Peter looked up with food in his mouth.

"Daniel inviting me to go on a getaway up in the mountains. I was wondering if I can go?" It took the family a while to answer his oldest child's question, taking a peek at his middle child and only son.

"Pleaseeee!-"

"Alright you can.-" Judith smile was about to turn into a perky grin until Peter opening his mouth again.

"If you bring Michael."

Judith's beam faltered. "B-but he hates going camping? I'll do anything i'm begging you! This is a boyfriend/girlfriend moment between me and Danny oh please please pleas-"

"Judith!..."

He gave her the look that any teen girl dreads. Judith huffed. Michael didn't flash anything that made him look offended, the only thing he desired was harshly stabbing the fork on his dinner.

"What do you think Michael? Are you excited to go camping with your older sister?" He shook his head. Judith now had a full frown on her face, she thought that she would be happy that Michaels agreeing with her but the aching on her chest was telling otherwise.

Though she hid it from her parents.

Smiling like the good girl she always inspired to be.

"Well Mommy and Daddy are going to have some alone time. Is there any way to convince you to go?" J

ust then Michael leapt off his chair and went to his bedroom coming back seconds later with a drawing that he and (Y/n) did in class that one day. They felt a dark breeze entering the room.

The parents glanced at each other, mostly with the content of the drawing remembering their talk with the teacher about it, even bringing him to a child psychiatrist after that incident.

"Y-you want to bring (Y/n)?"

He carefully nods, going back to his food as his parents looked at each other. Judith ponders. She always sees that girl with a wide stare that she seen no other child carry, the 1000 yard stare that she thought was merely a rumor. Maybe she should go... But at the same time Danny spend all of his time trying to convince his parents that she can come.

A deep feeling in her gut is telling to just drop the plan all together.

She eventually sighs.

"Alright i'll bring them..."

The meadow was large, even larger when its in a point of view of a child. Pretty green and fresh grass spread everywhere with no sight of anything dead. The sun was so bright I should have gone blind. A whole bunch of trees were in one corner of the area, colorful leaves were scattering around the flowers that were popping out in some sections. The couple were setting up a picnic area right by the camping sight, giggling at each other with a love-struck gaze. Michael was in the campfire area, poking the dried up coals with a stick as I peered to the sun which had a feeling of comfort into it. It was all so new to me. It's not often that we would take a trip.

I couldn't even remember if me and my family went on a trip before this.

Judith snapped out of her tender gaze to her dork of a boyfriend and moved her attention to me, sensing the forlorn sigh that I started to make. She walked up and patted my head, lightly touching me. I jumped turning to the girl with the bright polka dot dress with very short sleeves, I calmed myself down with a shy smile. Michael clenched the stick tightly as he fixated us with an icy stare, tiny drops of blood coming from his small fingers. She was spreading her filth around me as I gave a simple grin.

"Hey (Y/n) why don't you go run on the fields with Michael? Me and Daniel are going to explore a bit." Judith lightly commented, kneeling down to me and Michael who was now right next to me, more closer then I would usually have him. Judith constantly told herself that it would be fine despite the wearness. We already took a small hike when they first arrived. Michael proved to himself that he didn't need her to watch him like a hawk 24/7.

Were old enough to be by themselves for a little while.

"Really? Ok let's go Michael!-"

I gripped his arm as we ran off into the long grass, my giggles were getting further away. For the first time my wings were finally soaring freely, flying in the sky like those superheros I see in the comic books. I was spreading my arms as I jogged. The peaceful scenery was so comforting.

"Don't go to far guys!"

Daniel yelled just as we were out of sight. He turned to Judith with a blush across his cheeks. Judith gave him a tiny beam, nodding, her face turning pink. Their tiny kissing turned into a full makeout with their intense makeout turning into tongue.

"You ready?"

He asked his girlfriend who was covering her chest when he took off the cute girly dress. She pursed her lips her face glowing a bright red though she slowly nodded, letting Daniel go on top of her. Daniel grunts as Judith made small squeak like moans. The first time that she was saving for that special someone it was way better than she thought it would be though the feeling from earlier didn't erase itself. It stuck a thorn on her side.

She turned to the meadow me and Michael ran off.

It's only for a while...

"Look at that bunny Michael. Aw its so cute!"

I kneeled down at the furry creature whose nose was twitching, having cute little spots with Judith's hair color. It didn't seemed bothered that I was petting its fur nor didn't run away when I picked it up.

Michael held his fists more tight when he had that piece of wood, feeling the stinging as the blood was dripping on the grass though he released the tension when I put down my new friend.

"What should we do? Do you want to play tag? Do you want to climb trees? Do you want to dance? Do you want t-"

I just rambled and rambled, jumping up and down with my adrenaline kicking. Michael blank stare were trained to my hyperactive self.

"Hmmm what should we play..." I rubbed my chin.

"Oh-oh I got one Mikey. Let's play hide and seek! I'll count to 10! 1. 2..."

I covered my eyes, turning my head opposite to the boy.

"9. 10... Alright ready or not here I com-"

There was no signs of a human being in sight.I looked all over the place.

He was just here when I first started counting.

"Your good at this game! Where are you...?"

I looked in the bushes, behind the trees, and even on the giant grass area. I feel myself starting to sweat, my breathing became hazy.

"Michael?"

He was nowhere.

Like the wind.

He was gone.

"Michael?..."

Finally there was a tiny figure behind the giant trees, blending into the shadows that for a minute really thought were just the bushes. I snuck with my tippy-toes and roared right next to his ear. Michael didn't jump but he quickly turned around, nearly tripping. I roared with laughter with Michaels mixed in with mine softly.

"I scared you. Yes!-"

My little chuckles completely died when I looked down to see a red stain on his hand. My chest grew tight again. His hands were twitching which made my thoughts run like crazy.

"W-what happened? You got an owie!"

I lightly gripped his hand and inspected it with with gentle fingers, tracing the splinters dug into the palm. He didn't even once flinch when I touched them though I still frowned, a million memories running through my mind. He quickly looked away from me, his shoulders were relaxed, wrapping his hands around his arms. Though that wasn't my worry right now.

"Don't hurt y-yourself. Please don't hurt yoursel-"

As soon as I uttered out those words I noticed the paralyzed tears gently falling down his youthful baby face. The first tears I saw from the emotionless boy. A gloomy cloud fell over me. I messed up again.

"I-i'm sorry I'm s-sorry. I didn't mean t-"

I stopped my sentence, the repeated apologies running into my head stopped when an idea finally popped into my small mind.

"I'm getting Judith!"

I jogged away from Michael who was wide eyed, the unpleasant feeling of his stomach dropping intensified. I was getting further away from him. He opened his mouth, little croaks were coming out until he said it.

"(Y-Y/-n)..."

I stopped hearing a unfamiliar voice that was distant. I turned around, frozen in the spot where I stopped. It was someone talking, someone that matched a six year boys.

"You... talked?"

I turned around slowly, Michael didn't reply to me. He didn't have to. I clenched my fists.

"Why? Why didn't you tell me?..."

He said nothing, the fire was burning inside me which of course had no reaction with the boy which fueled the fire.

"Why! Why! Why! Why did you lie to me?-"

I bellowed loudly, gripping my hair tightly. I was trying to stop myself from attacking the boy or myself, nearly ripping my scalp off. But still the fact that he didn't tell me this information, keeping it from me for months was so overwhelming, confusing even. Michael gripped on my shoulders with a tight grip. I froze stiff again using my hands to shield my face as my tiny body was shivering so badly. He didn't hit me or scratch or hurt me.

He hugged me. Me?

I stood there frozen with deer like eyes.

What?

Did I do something?...

I did something bad.

I clenched my lips shut, holding back the wetness of my eyes. Michael only held onto me tighter. I held out my hands and wrapped them around him, butterflies were crawling in my chest. But they weren't the bad kind that came out in a daily basis, no rather it was nice, it was warm, it was safe.

With a melancholic smile I got out of his hug. He patted my head.

I squealed a bit which made Michael tilt his head. Though a positive feeling for sure, I didn't utter any words. In a way I was almost mirroring Michaels expressionless one. Michael didn't leave eye-contact with me as soon we got back to the main campsite. His eyes were entranced, hypnotized, hazy.

They were almost human. But that wasn't the only thing I noticed, there were vicious and cold--digging into my brain harshly. which I won't lie made me shiver. Judith and Daniel were nowhere in sight, Michael pointed his finger over to one area. I didn't bother following him, this was his way of telling me he will be right back. I was ripping up the grass and picking flowers to put in a small collection. But that's when I heard it.

Two loud screams.

I stood up immendally, bolting to the source.

Judith and Daniel were both in their underwear.

I would gag at that part already but that wasn't the thing that made me repulse. Michaels hands and clothes were covered in blood.

At first glance I thought it was just the splinters but no. There was more of the stuff. Gore scattered around the grass. I peeked down to find the cute rabbit I found earlier that day covered in guts and unmoving.

Nausea ran through me so fast I didn't even notice until it was to late. I covered my mouth, running right next to a tree, coughing and choking up vomit into the grass. I didn't dare look back at the scene as I was hyperventilating, my face was red, and my vision was starting to get blurry, I was losing my balance.

My parents ran through my head again, banging forcibly into my thoughts as I try to cover my ears and block out those haunting sneers that they say to me. Judith was still shrieking while Daniel didn't move an inch, looking down at the rabbit with wide eyes.

"Oh my god Michael! What did you do!-" Judith howled.

"Holy shit is it dead...?" Daniel observed the dead bunny while trying to appease his girlfriend, who was clutching her arms as her breathing grew hazy. I was dead silent.

"P-please don't tell mom and dad about this! They will kill me for leaving you and (Y/n) by yourselves. Oh god what have I done. I'm so stupid..."

Judith finally spoke again, her words were hard to come out feeling her throat being sore from her screeches.

Daniel with his shirt off and shorts on bathed Michael in the lake using the soap from the vans tiny bathroom, scrubbing the gore off of his chest and getting rid of any evidence of the sick stuff. Michael in his shorts snarled as the teenager harshly rubbed his back. I was sitting under a large tree with my head down low as I curled up into a ball, attempting to wash away those horrific thoughts as to trying to process those words Mikey spoke.

Judith glanced over at my small figure, unsettling low-spirited air flew in. She sat next to me, this didn't trigger a response. My energy has gone down fast, leaving me in a hazy state. My eyes were rather dull and blank.

Judith tried to hold back the wetness in her eyes. She couldn't tell if it was from one of her favorite animals being gutted to death right in front of her tender eyes while she was doing it. Or seeing a child in pain.

What she did know is that it was something that she hasn't felt before, her chest felt like weights being dropped on her in a instant as her breathing grew heavy. But like what she always did she smile warmly, using her gentle soft fingers to make me look up at the older girl.

"Are you ok? That was pretty scary to see huh?"

Judith asked, chuckling at her dark joke. It took me awhile to respond.

"Yea..." I murmured gently, looking away from her. Judith smile faltered.

"You can be honest with me you know?"

"I am. Please stop asking me that..." I feel my eye twitch and my blood bowling slowly. This didn't slow down the brownette.

"Tell me the truth (n/n)! Are yo-"

"I AM!-" I shouted at her. Judith stumbled backwards and fell on her back. My veins were judding out.

"I am! I hate when people do that stop it! I HATE YOU!-"

She stood there with her mouth gaped as she was paralyzed. With the burning feeling washing away, I snapped out of it and stared at her at her forlorn frown, a burning ache starting to come out again like when she scolded Michael that one day expect worse.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry... I-I didn't mean to say that... I'm sorry."

I shivered with my words coming out as pathetic cracks, feeling surrounded and trapped pushing myself deeper into my black hole. Judith quickly wrapped her arms around my smaller body and shushed me gently.

"Its ok. Its ok I understand if you scared to open up. But I need you to trust me so I can help you." I clenched my fist.

"I don't need help!..."

I bite back though not as powerful as I was flinching when Judith tried to touch me. She hugged me again I struggled for a bit. Though I eventually fell into her warm arms.

"(Y/n) we just talked about this. You trust me right?"

Her words were heavy, it hit me rather hard. I took a quick peek at Michael whos dead eyes that had burning wrath in them but when he caught me staring at him they were much kinder and much more comforting though just a bit. Though his thoughts were swirling with just me in his mind.

Me. Me. Me.

"I-I..."

"D-do you trust me...?" Judith swallowed, a wave of emotion hit me quicker than ever. She must have felt it to. I softly peer at the pureness of her eyes. An escape from the darkness around me.

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...

There was no sign of me.

Not a single word from me.

Not a peep.

Michael glanced around the cramped classroom that seemed to get smaller and smaller, trying to find a glimpse of my shiny (h/c) hair that couldn't leave his very being. But find only the boring ones in class, the ones who would always whine about anything and everyone. For once he ignored the loudness, he could only examine the door.

It has become something of a routine for him, using his hawkeye like stare to find me but I was nowhere in sight, not the stuttering greets I give him every morning, not a wave, not even a shadow. He didn't care to count how many days I have been gone but he knows it's been quite a while. The same empty feeling slowly started to return to him, an aching bloodlust went through his darkened soul. The warmth of his heart was slowly dying out without the presence of his friend, his living breathing possession.

It was slowly eating him away again, tearing him from the inside out. The screams of the dead children echoed in his mind, the voices were screeching and rattling around his head.

She has to be here.

Why isn't she here?

"Alright class calm yourselves. Before we start playtime we have t-"

A door squeaked opened, all eyes in the room turned to it. Timid footsteps approached, the shiny (h/c) girl looked down not sending a single greet to the short blond haired boy. Who blinked with his eyes widened a bit. Instead she looked down, emotionless and void of any life.

"Oh there you are (y/n) I was wondering where you have been. Is there any reason for you apsense? Where are your parents...?" The teacher kneeled down with a stern look. I didn't reply. Her gaze softened.

"Do you know where your parents have gone to?"

Again no response. Mrs Hill noticed the darkened bruising on my wrist which made her frown even deeper. I turned my head to a corner.

Mrs Hill stood up.

"Alright class you may have playtime early. Only for 10 minutes. Go!-"

And just like that the children got off their seats and went straight for the toys except for a couple of them who carried anxious glances. Mrs Hill gently rubbed my back and guided me to her desk.

Michael stood in the shaowdy empty corner, preying his pupils on them. He couldn't pinpoint what there saying but he found (Y/n) nodded her head a few times. Her eyes glazed with numbness, motionless in her seat.

Hours past. Those same children were running around, catching each other gleefully. Michael sat next to me under that same tree we would often climb if the playground was full. The orange leaves on the ground. I didn't say anything, not any kind of topic, nothing. It was just pure silence.

Michael robotically turned to me, his blank stare had something inside of them, they were warm but gloomy mixed with the same sinister blackness. But all he could do was move near me. Not like a predator to prey like he would do with the rest of those pathetic breathing beings.

But rather as shelter for comfort.

Though his closeness hid a certain familiar ominous tone in them, his embrace was getting tighter. I tried to understand why those unwanted feelings were back, my parents weren't here so why is it appearing now, in fact why recently? But I didn't push him away, I didn't scream or shout, I didn't cry. I loved it, though I was shivering and flinching.

"(Y/n)."

I peeked my head up as did Michael. Deborah, James, Karen, and Jack approached the duo with kind grins. Michael tightened his grip on me. I glared, looking down at my Raggedy-Ann-Doll.

"We saw you were sad. You can play with us if you want."

Karen smiled, giving a cold glance to Michael who snarled in retaliation.

All I could think was how Dad chuckled softly as I licked a piece of cookie dough with my sticky hands. My mouth was full of the stuff. He pecked moms cheek as he went to the kitchen phone as it rang throughout.

"No."

My voice was icy cold.

"No... Why?"

"I fucking said no! Can you flake off please?"

I raised my voice attempting to puff out my chest and taking a step back, trapping myself into a tree.

"She sweared!-"

James gasped. Jack took a step back with a large gulp. Karen grinned devilishly as Deborah persisted.

"Come on it will be fun. Don't be mean!-"

"What are you... No no I don't want to leave stop! Please!"

She grabbed my dark bruised arm which was covered by my thin sweater. She dragged me away at first lightly though more roughly as I struggled. The stinging returned to me. Everything was happening so fast. I can't think. I can't say anything I can only yank myself backwards.

A loud vicious slap. Pounded in my head.

"You stupid cunt! I knew it! I fucking knew it! I knew you were seeing someone behind my back! You fucking whore! I loved you and this is what you do to me!"

A loud thud echoed my mind. My mothers whimpering was silent, glaring at the man who clenched his fist tighter, clenching a gun. Moms cheeks were red and wet with tears matching her husbands.

The cookie dough fell to the floor, the bowl now shards.

"I'm sorry. I-I'm sorry. I-I-"

"Do you want me to kill you?! IS THAT IT!"

He roared, pointing the gun in front of moms face as she trembled back.

"Please stop aiming that gun at me! What are you doing?! Don't do that! Stop! Howard!-" Dad aimed the gun at his head, his hands were shaking. Tears running down his face as his wife was shouting at him.

"Is this what you want? To kill myself! Knowing that you did this to m-"

"No no! Give me the fucking gun Howard! We can talk!" My mother tried to reason. "Stop being like this! Stop please!-"

"Stop hurting Mommy!-"

I shouted at him. Gripping on his shirt.

"What are yo- Leave us alone (Y/n)!-"

There was a creak then a slam. My shrieks entered then my sobs. My mother screams as my cries were getting louder and louder, holding onto my wrist.

"(Y/n)!"

"Now look what you made me do!-"

Dad yelled with a croak.

"Oh my god... honey..."

"F-fuck (Y/n)... I-I know this hurts right now but I promise you it's for your own good. I-its ok sweetie."

I flinched back at dads touch, wide eyed at his gentle murmurs. I was paralyzed at my spot. Mom let out a hiss when she stood up, clenching on her shoulder with sniffles.

Dad pursed his lips, letting his tears drip down his face. He guided me to the bathroom with bandages and gauze, softly putting it around my hand trying to ignore my snivels and whimpers.

He wrapped his arms around my tiny body with tender whispers. Of course I returned the gesture, his hands were warm. His embrace was so relaxing I could fall asleep in his touch.

But I reminded paralyzed, the unsettling feeling laid inside me. Just how it always does, it never seeming to calm down - it swells up in my heart.

Never deciding what it wants to feel. Just like with Michael now.

Those memories ran in like clockwork, I was to entranced to notice that Michael quickly stood up from our spot. He gripped onto my arm, quickly yanking me back as I yelped, falling on my back.

Michael went in front of me and loomed over the the group of kids who were apged and shaking slightly. They showing no signs of running away from his predatory gaze instead they gave him a scowl. The same scowl he always gave to them when they were having playtime, giving them the most deplorable look.

Jack quickly knelt down next to me and gave me his hand, I looked up at him with a questionable glance but took it anyway. Michael must have saw it, he bared his teeth out and growled at the innocent boy who was the only one who didn't give him any type of hateful look.

"Why are you always mean to us Michael? We only wanted to be your friend... We didn't do anything to you... Why are yo- hey stop AHHH!-"

Michael gripped on Deborah's hair as she shrieked, screaming as she desperately clawed away at his fingers but that only tightened his grip, she howled with wetness on her cheeks.

"Stop Michael stop! Stop hurting her! Stop Michael!-"

I yelled out to him, he ignored my cries and continued his assault on Deborah even pushing me away when I tried to hold him back. With my protests being unheard I can only tremble into a little ball as Jack stood by me and patted my back, a gentle understanding frown on his face.

"Your really mean to us Michael. And you made (Y/n) mean! Were going to tell on Mrs Hill what you did to us!"

James butted in, running to the building as Michael went to the floor, kicking and screaming as he did so. There was a unsettling thickness in the air. I can sit here and watch anymore. Mrs Hill and another teacher approached quickly.

"What is Michael doing?" Mr Jones questioned carefully.

"He's throwing a temper tantrum."

Mrs Hill replied quickly, turning to the unstable boy.

"Michael stop this right now! Back off away from him all of you!"

The children obeyed silently, except for me and Michael who stared at me wide eyed. I walked in front of the teacher looking up at them rather bodly, though shaken I stood my ground with my lips quivering.

"I-it was my fault. It's not their faults." I tried to hold back the wetness from my eyes, giving them a weakened stare.

"M-Michael was just trying to defend me... I-I- it was all my..."

Everything just broke, a waterfall of tears fell down my face. I sobbed loudly and I went to my knees and bawled, snot coming out of my nose and my face fully red as I cover my face. All of my classmates were looking at each other with gloomy looks which made me want to hide more, I just wanted to disappear and never return. Mrs Hill shushed me gently, putting a coat over me and guided me back to the same desk from earlier.

Mr Jones was giving a stern talking to Michael but he turned his attention to the building that I have disappeared in. He touched his face as it glowed a light pink as he stood there. Everything shined so bright on him, everything seemed so colorful now not the same darkness that surrounded him 24/7, this was different. His insides were having butterflies.

"(Y-Y/n)."

Mine!

Mine!

Mine!

"̴͍̞͑̑̏̇̈́̾Yǫ̶̱͐̓̒́̉̍͜͠u̵̫̠̪̍̒͂͆͑̿͆r̶̺̎͗̿ŝ̸̮͈̭̂̈́̔.̴̺̌̒.̵̟͇̣̄̀͘ͅ.̷̢̯̤̻͍͑̈́͑"̸̧͖̥̪̿͠ The voices echoed ominously cooing gently, carrying the same tension as when they insisted him to kill. Instead this time, it didn't carry hatred and disgust. This was different.

He snuck out in the door, having no problem hiding in the shadows and sneaking past the bedroom of his parents and Judith. Who were all snoring softly, their doors peeked open by a inch. It was really cloudy with the fall leaves blowing past his tiny body. Owls who were hooing softly in the background, crickets were all over the place and chirping with a mellow tune. Such a familiar noise, the noise he would prefer over his sister whining about homework, his younger infant sister crying in her crib some nights, and his parents talking about stuff he would rather not think about.

And there it was, the cracked house that blended with the neighborhood.

As per usual he went through the back door and walked upstairs, making it into the flowery bedroom, similar to Judith's with a more childlike interior to it, it was brighter than hers. There was a forlorn sigh behind the slided brown wooden closet that was connected to my wall--right next to my door. There was a creak and the (h/n) five year old stepped out. I let out a breath by the sight of the familiar blonde haired boy.

"Hi Mikey..."

I didn't have any emotion, my eyes had dark circles and were blank. I didn't shout that he snuck into my room. Instead I moved a little bit for some room to let Michael enter into my secret hiding place, my private area.

Putting my blanket over my head, we headed inside the only light was the flashlight, closing the door behind us. Unlike what happened a few days ago, the same emotionless boy has returned. Though he was staring at me, not in a hateful way. It was his same blank look. But the the small glint in his eyes was disappearing.

"I really want to play with you Michael... But its really late if Mommy and Daddy see you there going t-"

He tilted his head and I exhaled, wrapping my arms around my knees.

"I don't want to talk about it..." He squinted his eyes at me slowly.

I trapped myself in a corner, my cheeks really flustered.

"Please don't... It's just that... Ugh Why is everything so hard!"

I blurted out, clenching my fists with a low growl. Once again Michael did his famous head tilt, the one that I accidentally taught him.

"I hate it here! I hate it! I hate it so much! Why are they mean to me? Nothing makes them happy! I-I-" I spoke out with a croak, suddenly the wetness in my eyes rushed back, everything inside me came rushing back in full force. Gripping onto my nightgown.

"Can I kill them..."

He spoke softly, dripping with venom.

"No Michael you can't kill them..."

I responding, though calmer I still had fire in my voice. Michael listened, he didn't speak or give any type of body language. Instead he gave me puzzled look, it almost was like he was in deep thought.

I continued, my words slipping out fast.

"I love my parents. There mean but they really love me. They always give me toys and tell me that they love me. But I want to leave! I want to leave! I want to leave with you..." Michael blinked at me wide eyed.

I pursed my lips. We let ourselves stay silent for a while, Michaels face was slowly turning red, drawing his head away from me in a bashful manner. It was at this point I remembered why I met him in the first place, there was a pan in my heart. I closed my eyes, I couldn't look at him.

"I..." I paused. I feel myself started to shiver, my cheeks pink.

"Have to tell you something..."

Michael eyed me.

"The reason I wanted to stay at your house... the day we met was because I wanted to go and walk around. I just wanted to leave b-but I started to like you... and I came over more not because I wanted to get away. I wanted to see you..." I couldn't form those words, my sentences are scrambled as my mind ran all over the place. I expected Michael to just pounce on me for confessing something so stupid. But he didn't. He smiled. I choked out a grin, letting out a laugh that had a glow in them. My cheeks were burning even more. Light tears running down my face.

"I love you Michael."

He didn't need to say anymore to me, the way he looked at me was more then enough. And to me it meant everything. From the really faint view of him right by the flashlight. There was a flash of pink right next to his ears. I pursed my lips in a jittery manner. I feel myself starting to shiver from his stare that was getting more intense from the silence in the cramped space. My forehead was grazed with something soft and comfy.

My halloween costume. I grinned and pulled it down close to me and Michaels face. He tilted his head leaning down towards the fabrics. Besides that look he gave me earlier he seemed to be... fascinated by it.

I know what he's thinking.

"I cant wait until Halloween starts! I don't want to talk to other kids though. I want to get all the candy!" I grinned, showing off my missing tooth that fell off a while ago. Michael pointed at the costume and tilted his head once more.

"Where did I get it. Daddy bought it after he hit me! He gave me a cool hat look!" I showed him the item which I knew he look at with a intrigued look. But he snarled at the mention of my daddy, I rolled my eyes at that.

"Lets go trick-or-treating together ok!"

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Mommy tied the bow across my costume. She ruffled my hair and smiled. Daddy grinned and handed me the little colorful bag with a cartoon haunted house in the front. My mom took out the giant box like camera and took pictures of me posing while I did a cackling witch laugh. My stomach twisted in knots though when my dad stepped forward.

He gave me some candy, shoving a couple in my mouth. Putting the rest in my costume pocket. Mommy was wearing a polka dot dress and trench coat to along with it. Her hair was poofy which was like every lady I see wear. My dad was wearing a brown suit, and his hair more stylized like the beetles band that my mom would always turn up when she does the dishes. I always loved to hear them sing.

"All ready to go meet up with your classmates pumpkin?"

"Y-yep." I bit my tongue from the awful lie I told them but they seemed to in to each other to care. Kissing, giving each other cooties. I nearly lurched at the sight. My mom still had a black eye which she covered with thick amounts of makeup. My dad seemed more chirpy then usual, but flinched by the way Mommy would always give him small comments.

"Alright honey stay hip and don't let the boogeyman bite."

My mom gave me the same playful wink as the one when I went to Michael house. I looked out the window as their buggy car drove out and went out of my eyesight. With a relieved sigh, I grabbed my halloween bag and headed towards the white house that I have to come to recognize more.

Judith opened the door with her eyes widened a little. Blinking as she was trying to wrap her mind around this. But nonetheless she gave me that warm smile that became even brighter ever since she met me.

She let me inside the homely, warm environment. I've noticed in the corner of my eye she was wearing a pink sweater with a decent sized skirt which matched really well with the bow wrapped around her light brown hair. I wanted to have that outfit of my own, it was so cute, good and pure.

Something that I strive to be.

The little blonde haired 6 year old I was looking for was sitting on the floor. Staring at the box wooden television that had static from looney tunes that was playing in black and white. Which was a normal thing to see every saturday morning and night. I love saturday morning, they always play those cartoons which I love to dress up and pretend I was there.

Michael had his clown costume on, he wasn't taking off his mask when he saw me for some reason but he did move a spot for me to sit. We both watched television about 30 minutes until there was a doorbell ring.

Judith who was sitting on the flowery couch, observing the show stood up and answered the door. I heard her giggling with a males voice.

I raised an eyebrow and peered over the doorway heading to said front door. Daniel was back wearing his stupid striped shirt and seemed laid back more than usual. I hated the way he came over to Judith. Michael and I glared at him behind our masks, I can feel Michaels grip on my hand getting tighter. I jumped a little because of that but choose to ignore it.

"Hey Daniel were watching Looney tunes do you want to watch with us?"

"Sure."

All of us sat silently. Daniel was whispering in Judith's ear which she giggled at. I crinkled my nose, like my parents who were making cooties. Why do older people love to spread germs?

I turned to Michael and nodded. While they were beginning to kiss we stood up quietly. We snuck out of the back door and closed the door with a silent click. I was having a hard time not making noise while Michael seemed like a pro at it.

Now we were free, free to do what we wanted whenever we wanted. Just like any other kid we went to each house and got our candy. Michael didn't speak during any of it but he did look up at them with his bag held up to every house owner we stopped at. The others didn't seemed bothered when it was just us but the adults raised their eyebrows.

It was really dark outside now, no parent or kid in sight. It was just me, Michael and the darkened street that had street lamps illuminated the area.

We felt daring and walked in the center of the road. I feel myself started to get stutters but Michael just went more robotically as we walked. I looked at Michael, his light brown eyes made my cheeks light up a light pink.

"Michael? C-can I do something..." Stupid I just should have stayed quiet.

Michael turned to me with a cat like head tilt. Pursing my lips I took off his mask and leaned towards his cheek and pecked it. I feel the head of his growing warmer. I was as red as a tomato, covering my face with my hands as my insides felt like they were about to burst. But in a goodway.

I reached out my hand and grabbed his. He returned the gesture. I was squealing on the inside. Thinking about me and Michael going to highschool together and doing this everyday. I can't wait to wear my wedding dress and play house for real this time. And for once the idea of having cooties didn't seem not so much of a bad idea anymore. So many scenarios were going through my head as we headed back to his house.

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But somethings wrong...When we arrived at his front lawn he stopped. I turned to him and beckoned to come with me. He didn't move.

I just went ahead and headed back inside with Judith greeting me and questioning me about Michael. I told her that he looking for something outside. And she left it at that. To pass the time waiting for Michael I went to Cynthia's room. In her crib she popped up and gaaed at me. I got my raggedy-ann-doll which I hid in my bag and waved it at her.

She giggled trying to catch the objects. I giggled along with her.

I barley even noticed the voices downstairs.

"We are alone are we?"

"Michaels around her someplace...?"

Michaels isn't still coming?

I mean its no surprise to me that he does this, he loves to hide a lot even when were not playing. But its been longer then he usually comes in.

I shouldn't worry to much but I do have a sinking feeling in my stomach. I always hated feeling like this, its horrible and I want it to go away. There was nothing going on that indicated that they was something going on.

But Michael killed that little bunny that I befriended. That moment made me avoid him for a while, that moment was when that sinking feeling set in. I hated the way he looked at that bunny less then a living being and not even caring what I was saying. Michael even with me didn't show any form of tender love. One day when I barley just met him he took his hands nearly choked me when we were playing but he gave me a hug and we pretended like it never happened.

Even with all that I couldn't control myself when we were trick-or-treating. But its burned into my mind. Not surprisingly like my parents I always come back to him. Like a moth heading into a flame.

I'm starting to build walls around me. Not even telling Michael any of this. Never to anyone. The brightness in my eyes are loosing its childlike flare.

I called out to him anyways. The cold breeze in the house and a echo.

"Mikey?"

The house was oddly quiet. I heard a door shut while ago and I haven't heard from Daniel in a while. And Judith disappeared from the living room. The silence was something I wasn't use to. I thought the loud screaming, yelling and banging was bad. But no this was worse.

I tried to look around the kitchen, living room, bathroom. I heard voices talking and then yelling, I looked up in the stairs.

Hurrying up them I opened the door quickly.

I screamed.

An ear piercing scream.

"Michael Stop!-"'

I was paralyzed.

"(Y/n)! r-run!-"

Judith attempted to grab the large bloody knife from Michael hands but he shoved it down her neck. She shrieked horribly and sobbed. Tumbling down the floor as her breathing slowly ceased, choking out blood from her mouth and nose. She reached out her blood coated hand towards my direction. I stutterly called out Judith's name but she went motionless.

Her eyes glazed with nothingness, she was lifeless.

I couldn't move from my spot, I dropped my bag and doll.

Michael breathed heavily, my best friend was covered in blood. He was heaving. I didn't know if it was from the mask or if he was enjoying the sight of the corpse of his older sister.

He turned to me and I flinched, stepping back. I was shaking when he went right next to me, grabbing something out of my pocket. The candy that I was supposed to give him. The blood was sticky in his fingers, he ate it casually.

I was breathing heavy matching Michaels but invoking the horrifying fear that swept into my veins. Michael wasn't even fazed, he just did the same thing that he did everytime I came over.

Something that I taught him.

He tilted his head.

I attempted to bolt downstairs but Michael gripped onto my arm tightly. I yelped and yanked back as far away from him as I could. His grip on my arm was so secure. I hated the way the black sockets from his little clown mask, invoking control and fear down my throat.

I feel myself starting to get a bruise from it. I let go and nearly tumbled down the stairs as I yanked open the door and sprinted down the street, screaming as loud as I can.

A descent looking car parked in the front of the house. I saw a figure.

"(Y/n) whats the matter?- Are you ok (Y/n)!-"

I clung onto the middle aged mom, clenching onto her white trenchcoat. As I sobbed and screamed into it. I was hyperventilating I couldn't even tell her what I saw in that house. Snot coming out of my nose as my tears fell down my little face. Edith wrapped her arms around and shushed me gently, rubbing circles into my back. She carried a baffled expression, looking towards her husband who got out of the car.

Peter turned to the 6 year old right behind me.

"Michael?"

He ripped the mask right off of the boys face. Michael didn't flinch at all he just stared blankly at me. His brown eyes barley showed any light in them before but here his eyes carried something different.They were completely void of anything remotely human. They were black.

The Michael I knew was gone.

Edith and Peter ran inside the house, leaving just me and the person I thought was my friend. I fell down to my knees, still in the front yard of the quaint little home, now known as a place not to visit. The Myers house. I was wide eyed and frozen. I was looking at nothing, I couldn't say nothing.

I didn't know what to do. I felt like my soul left my body, sucking sucked out like a sponge. I felt small arms wrap around my childlike form. From his grip the thought came to mind that he was sucking the life of me just like with Judith. I yanked away from him, I was still processing what I just witnessed.

Was it a dream? I'm I just hallucinating?

Edith's screams mixed with sobs in the house along with the police sirens coming towards the safe and happy neighborhood. I never saw Michael for years, this was the last time I saw him until now. Still a dark piece of my life. The pieces of my childhood were being distorted, morphed into something inhuman and unreal to the human eye. I hardly couldn't think of it without it becoming a twisted dream with only the worst memories popping up. The only thing that were in my memories were nightmares.

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((I had a lot of fun writing this story but it took a lot of putting off and work to get done. This one was more serious so I had to take my time on it. Like researching about domestic violence and how it effects you. I honestly loved how it turned out. I just hope I represented abuse right and how it changes your outlook in life. I had major nostalgia core vibes. I hope you enjoyed the story. I'll see you the next time I write one of these. The next story will either be a follow up of this or giving ROB ZOMBIES Michael Myers a chance.))

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