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Ms. Greene narrowed her eyes at me, the purple bruise circling her eye was very apparent to my youthful eyes.

"Y/n, this violence isn't helping your case," she explained, I turned my head away from the grown woman in response.

"Don't you wanna go home one day?" She asked, intertwining her fingers and pressing the palms of her pale hands together as if she were praying.

I frowned and shot her a cold glare, "No home, home never existed," I muttered before crossing my arms over my chest.

Ms. Green nodded and sighed, tired of my short replies. "What will make you work with me? You haven't progressed at all, Y/n... In fact all you've seem to do is go backwards," she paused to inhale a sharp breath. "I'm afraid that's not a good thing,"

I grumbled quietly and slouched in my seat, Ms. Greene watching me from across the table before she began to speak once again: "Y/n, you need to focus on getting better,"

I did not respond.

She knew what I wanted, but every time she asked and I actually gave an answer- she always said no.

So much for trying to get me to behave.

"Shut up..." I whispered, closing my eyes and laying my head back against my seat. Ms. Greene furrowed her brows before standing up in her seat, she pushed it out before making her way around the table; she proceeded to lean forward and slam the palm of her hand against my cheek.

A high pitched gasp flew out of my lips, and I turned my head to shy away from the grown woman who now stood beside me. I pressed my hand against my reddening cheek as my knotted hair rolled down my face and shielded my view of the rude doctor.

Ms. Greene groaned and ran her hand through her slicked back ebony hair, it was clear that she had no time to blow dry her hair in the morning. Her brown eyes seemed sunken in and her cheek bones popped out as if she were malnourished. If I hadn't known any better I would think she was a patient here herself.

I shifted my body to face away from Ms. Greene, "You are rude." I stated quietly. "Yes, so i've heard- at least twenty other times," Ms. Greene sighed impatiently.

I slowly pressed my feet to the cold floor before pushing myself to my feet, I turned and stared at my doctor for a long moment, my glare partially covered by my messy hair.

"I don't want to talk to you unless you let me see him..." I whispered.

Ms. Greene face palmed, "I'm annoyed that I can't even bring myself to pretend to be surprised,"

I shrugged as I awaited her answer to my offer, she looked around for a moment before making her way towards me. She snaked her hand around my arm and jerked me close to her when I tried to pull myself away from her. She was so close I could smell her perfume, I could imagine the can of scent having a silly name like: , or .

Made no sense at all.

Ms. Greene leaned close enough to the point I could feel her warm breath hit my ear. "I'll see what I can do about that. But you had better promise that you'll work better if it works out, you got that, Y/n?" She asked, her voice stern.

I waited a moment, I was going to deny at first due to the likely probability of Ms. Greene taking me to see my friend but backing out of it at the last second. I assumed she would do something to try and ruin my connection with my only friend.

But the thought of possibly being able to at least see my friend again was enough to awaken a dirty monster within me.

"Fine," I replied in a hushed tone, before being yanked forward. I stumbled over my feet as Ms. Greene pulled me through the Cafeteria without remorse, no one had been inside to witness how badly Ms. Greene handled me; it was a thing they did here, doctors would reserve the Cafeteria to talk privately with their patients.

Ms. Greene stopped at the Cafeteria doors before pushing them open and pushing me out of the large and empty room. The guards turned their attention to my sudden presence, the first one took ahold of my wrists before the second one cuffed them together.

Ms. Greene waved with a small smirk plastered across her face as the two guards guided me down the hall.

The tall guards began to talk quietly as they walked with me, "Looks like she didn't beat er' up this time," one of the men joked.

The other reached his arm behind me and nudged the older guard on the arm, "Don't joke," he said sternly.

The male raised his arms in defense, "Sorry," he laughed awkwardly before taking hold of my arm once again.

I sighed, before lowering my head and staring at the tiled floors. The guards stopped and pulled me to a halt as they arrived at my door, the older man reached for his belt and took ahold of his round cuff of keys. He flipped through the group of metal objects before stopping at a shiny, light grey key.

He pressed the small piece of metal into the key hole before pushing the heavy door open, he held it for me as the second guard ushered me into my room.

Once inside, the guard proceeded to un-cuff me. And then the two of them left me alone in my dimly lit cell.

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I marched back into the house I was staying at, I backed my butt against the front door to shut it.

I shuffled around as I tossed the keys onto the small coffee table that rested beside the crimson sofa. I made my way upstairs, my grip on the few bags of new clothes was tight, I had never actually gone shopping- at least from what I can remember.

Once upstairs, I turned down the hall and entered my room. I tossed the bags of clothing onto the floor and flipped on the light switch before turning right back around and walking to Ms. Olif's room.

I rested my ear against the wooden door before knocking on the wood. "I'm back, Miss." I called to the woman I assumed was still in bed.

"I used all of your money, I apologize!" I added, as I awaited a response, I sighed. "Y'know, you should probably get out of bed soon, it's not healthy to sleep all day."

And with that, I wandered back to my room and slammed the door shut. I plopped onto my sloppily made bed and stared at the white ceiling, I took note that some of the paint had began to chip in corners of the room, there also appeared to be water bruises forming in the center of the ceiling of my room.

Looks like people don't take very good care of their homes these days.

What a pity, my room back at the Sanitarium was better than this.

Okay, that may be a bit much- but still.

The more I recalled the asylum, the more my mind began to race at the remembrance of my friend.

Michael Myers...

What a mysterious name.

I allowed my eyes to lower until I could see no more, I began to inhale deep breaths before exhaling them with a loud sigh.

"Michael Myers..." I whispered, his named rolling off of my tongue with ease.

A small smile crept across my face, I had hardly even noticed its appearance.

My hands rested upon my stomach, before they began to roam at the thought of my only friend. I placed my hand against my bust, imagining my hands were my friends at the moment.

I bit my bottom lip as I allowed my hands to feel my frame, my breasts, to my waist, my hips.

I could picture the perfect scenario, my friend pinning me down to his asylum bed before pulling me close to his huge frame. He would feel at my body and torture me as he felt me- tasted me.

He would then tear away my clothing, and then his own... Before completely dominating me, but in the most loving way I could imagine.

I let out a desperate sigh before throwing my eyes open, I sat up quickly only to notice that the window was shrouded in darkness.

I furrowed my brows in confusion.

Before realizing that it was now dark outside, the sun had lowered and the moon arose to take its place for the next twelve hours.

Had I fallen asleep and dreamt of my friend doing all of those things to me?

Or was I just imagining those actions to the point I hadn't even realized how much time had passed?

I swallowed hard before pulling the window curtain shut and rolling to my side, I did not bother to pull my blanket over my body. I would just end up getting hot and taking it off anyway.

Plus, I need some cold air at the moment.

I shut my eyes and breathed in, I could feel my heart beat racing in my chest.

"Michael Myers, I promise i'll make you happy..." I whispered, before my body hesitantly drifted to sleep for the rest of the night.