With a breathless huff of air I plopped onto the couch that sat in the living room after getting home.

My eyes fluttered shut without any hesitation, leaving me tired on the sofa, catching my breath and plotting future actions in hopes of freeing my love and reuniting with him to start a life together.

A life of freedom and happiness.

Where we could cuddle in a comfy bed all day, staring at each other and professing our love for the other without even saying a word.

I could see Michael's face, and take in how perfect he was. And he could do the same for me- whether or not I agreed with his views.

Maybe we could even make love together?

Have a family?

Wed each other?

I shook my head slowly, running my fingers through my hair and inhaling slowly, Michael didn't seem like the marital type. A family without marriage could work, weddings weren't everything now were they? Even if Y/n Myers had a lovely ring to it...

I finally sat up, rubbing my eyes and pushing myself to my feet. I needed to find something to do that would distract me from Michael for a short while.

And then my mind began to wander to my horrid act of social skills earlier at the diner. I frowned, how unbelievably idiotic did I sound?

Without a second thought I rushed up the stairs and slipped into the bathroom. I flipped the light on and spun around to stare at myself in the mirror.

My e/c eyes bored into my reflection, taking in my features, my skin, my lips, my facial structure and my hair.

I paused, my expression faltering to that of nothingness. No emotion whatsoever.

In a flash a grin spread across my face, though my eyes did not seem to match the expression I had forced onto my face, after all, they were staring into the mirror, taking in the details as my expression changed from a grin and to a frown.

This continued for who knows how long.

I had a way of showing my emotions that I don't believe the normals would understand. So why not practice.

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Finally, I had broken away from the bathroom and made my way to my room, feeling extra confident in the way I made emotions visible to others.

I kicked the door shut behind me with my foot after stepping through the doorway.

I had considered sharing all of my progress with Ms. Olif but decided against it- as she was most likely sleeping in her bed per usual.

What a lazy lady.

I rolled my eyes, scoffing at the thought of being so bed ridden all of the time.

Why, if I never left my bedroom... I would never be able to see my love.

I shook my head, clenching my hand into a fist and knocking myself in the side of the head with my knuckles.

"Focus on that little demon... Angel." I whispered to myself, a low grumble evident in my quiet voice.

I glanced around my mostly barren room before making my way towards my dresser, where inside one of the drawers sat the special little mask that Michael and I had crafted together all those years ago.

I smiled weakly, gently pulling the mask from the drawer and hugging it to my chest for a moment. Only to lift it to my face and inhale through my nose, taking in its lingering scent.

Michael, my love.

I had hardly noticed the tears that had welled up in my eyes, sliding down my cheeks and falling to the floor silently. I sniffled, raising a hand and wiping my eyes, a small chuckle escaping my lips in embarrassment.

I cleared my throat and ambled over towards the mirror that sat against the wall of my room, the few cracks at its corners giving it an antique vibe, the same went for the fact that the frames golden curves mixed together in a swirled fashion all around the shape of the mirror.

I smiled softly and held the handmade mask up to my face, using my free hand to grab the straps while my other hand held the mask up. I pulled the straps up and around my head before snapping it back, the mask now clinging to my face.

A sadistic smile forced its way onto my face as I stared at my hidden face in the mirror.

The white paint that coated the mask- with its occasion chips and all, blending into the light shade of pink that sat around the snout of the mask.

My hands arose the feel the masks rough and unprofessional texture that was the paper mashe.

The curved smile that sat painted onto the mask giving the artwork a creepy touch, the same went with the wide eyes cut into the mask.

Progressively, my hands began to tremble as they glided up towards the long ears both Michael and I had managed to craft and attach to the mask.

A bunny mask.

Old and made for a child, and yet it still fit perfectly.

...

I quickly pulled the mask off of my face, feeling my heart flutter and my body tremble, a wave of loneliness suddenly washing over me without warning.

A whimper managed to slip out of my mouth as I frowned, slipping over to my window and staring down at the occasional persons that would walk by.

I set the mask down on my dresser and sighed.

So lonely without my love.

I furrowed my brows, suddenly anger began to flow violently through my veins, causing me to spin around and march back to the mirror. I narrowed my eyes at my reflection before clenching my hands into fists.

The glass shattered frantically and clattered to the floor as I drove my fist into it.

...

A choked sob flew out of my maw, my hand clenching my wrist as my knuckles bled, visible shards of glass poking out of my skin.

I swiftly made my way downstairs and into the kitchen, fumbling about in the cabinets in search of health supplies I could use.

I had no idea what had come over me.

Perhaps my inpatients for the return of Michael had finally caught up with me.

I huffed shakily and pulled out a health kit after finally finding it. I made my way to the kitchen table and sat down, opening the box and pulling out a pair of tweezers.

I held my breath, holding my hand against the table while I focused on the many shards of glass that stuck to my flesh. I held the tweezers in my uninjured hand and zeroed in on the first shard I planned to yank out of my skin.

One by one.

I pulled each and every shard out, causing more blood to slip out of my hand and onto the table.

I may have forgotten to get a paper towel beforehand, but it was nothing I couldn't clean up.

There's no way I could do any Angel myers research today.

I was too much of a mess today to be able to focus.

It was no worry though, I had Laurie Strode to help me in my quest.

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