With a deep breath I stumbled into the bathroom, the light was switched off but I didn't bother to turn it on. I didn't wanna see my reflection in the mirror- the reflection of a sad excuse for a human being.

My eyes faltered to the ground, studying the shadowed outline of my feet inching their way towards the bath tub.

With a sigh I raised my head and flipped the switch to the tub on, water immediately beginning to spurt from the shower head above.

I stared up at the warm pellets of water as they shot down onto the tub floor, leaving faint pounding sounds in their wake.

I pursed my lips and turned around, making my way to the bathroom door and pushing it to be just barely cracked open; just so the warm air could escape and keep the washroom from fogging up.

With that I glanced at the light switch one last time, only to shake my head in disapproval and raise my arms over my head to grasp my nightgown and pull it up and over my head.

I tossed it lazily to the floor and inhaled a slow breath- I felt so tired.

The smallest action and I felt as though I had exerted all energy in the world.

I hate this.

I hate everything about this.

Fucking Loomis with his stupid fucking gun.

I growled under my breath, baring my teeth together as I removed my undergarments and sat them on the floor beside my sleeping attire.

What would I be doing right now if Loomis hadn't shot Michael off of that horrid balcony?

What if we had killed Laurie and Loomis and escaped this town together?

My heart ahed at the impossible dream.

It was such an unbearable sensation.

The feeling of your heart strings tearing and killing you slowly because of how much your feelings had been hurt.

It was not an easily described feeling.

...

I shook my head and ran my trembling fingers through my hair, fighting back the urge to let anymore heartbroken sobs escape me.

I ambled towards the running shower and pulled the curtain aside so I could step inside.

I lifted one leg over the tub wall and placed my foot against the ground, repeating the same action with my other foot and leg.

"Ugh..." A weak whimper escaped my maw, the heat of the water running down my face sending chills down my spine.

I raised my hands and rubbed my face, my eyes falling shut and my shoulders lowering as I forced my body to release any and all of its built up tension.

I breathed steadily, trying my very hardest to calm my nerves.

...

It wasn't working.

Nothing was working and I couldn't make myself feel better about Michael's death.

I couldn't make myself happy or even remotely content.

"God-" I choked out, cupping a hand over my mouth to keep myself from crying. I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat gradually diminishing from within me.

If anything this wash was making me feel even worse than before.

I hung my head, covering my eyes with the palms of my shaking hands and crying quietly, the tears that slipped from my eyes falling into the tub and mixing with the shower water overhead.

I could have been distracted, the pain I was feeling in my heart overtaking me and focusing all of my attention onto feeling what negative emotions were flowing through me at that moment.

I couldn't even feel the intimidating presence of a large shape standing directly on the other side of the shower curtain, watching through the curtain to witness me pouring my broken heart out into the tub.

The figure tilted his head, taking in every detail he could see through the curtain.

The fabric shielding us from making contact hardly fazing his view- he could practically see through it. His gaze was intense.

His strong gaze taking in every unique trait about my body, every curve, every scar or healing injury, he was taking in the tears that spilled down my cheeks as I held my head and crumbled onto my knees below the shower nozzle.

"Stop crying-" I demanded myself in defeat.

My body didn't listen, I continued to hurt, and so I continued to weep helplessly.

-

However, my rapid thoughts and emotions came to a halt when the faint sound of the bathroom door creaking caught my attention.

I turned my head and opened my eyes, I furrowed my brows and carefully placed my palms against the wall of the bathtub, slowly pushing myself to my bruised feet.

"Hello? Mrs. Olif? Have you finally gotten from your bed?" I called out softly, attempting to hide the obvious tightness in my throat.

When I gained no answer I glanced down at the shower switches and turned the water off, now leaving my body vulnerable to the cold air in the room.

I shivered, chattering my teeth for a moment before pushing the curtain open and stepping slowly out of the tub; my hands grasping a dry towel in the process.

I wrapped the cloth around my body and held it tight, now sneaking my way towards the door to examine it.

It didn't look to have moved.

But at the same time, I had left the door cracked open, and there was no way I had the mental power to keep track of where the door had been resting before my shower- so it could have moved for all I know.

I hesitantly pulled the door open and stepped out of the washroom, my eyes studying the dim hallway that lead to each of the bedrooms.

"Hello?" I asked, raising my voice slightly and taking a step out of the room, readjusting my towel so that it could cling to my dampened body safely.

"Is someone out here?" I asked again, swallowing hard and beginning my way downstairs to look around.

Each steps down the stairs I took let out small creaks of the wood, making my heart flutter each time.

I inhaled deeply a moment later, attempting to calm my nerves- only for me to stop in my tracks when a warmth covered a portion of my foot.

My eyes widened and I lifted my foot, grabbing it with my hand to see what I had stepped in.

"What the fuck." I blurted, the dark red liquid that coated my foot alerting me and sending my nerves into a frenzy.

I lowered my eyes to look at the floor and see droplets of blood soaking into the wooden panels of flooring.

"Whoever- whoever is here, get out, now." I commanded, resuming my search around the house after recollecting myself.

"If it's Loomis I swear to hell..." I muttered, narrowing my eyes and grumbling under my breath, now slipping into the kitchen and pulling one of the drawers open to grab a small kitchen knife from inside.

I jumped slightly, hearing something from the living room crumble to the floor with a loud thud.

"Ah-" A small gasp escaped my lips and I hurried out of the kitchen and into the hall. I held my breath nervously.

As I inched towards the doorway that lead to the living room, I adjusted my knife in my grasp, readying myself to attack whoever was intruding.

With every second that passed, the more anxious I was becoming.

"If I find you- you are going to wish you were dead..." I threatened, quickly jumping into the living room and stumbling forward.

I swiftly launched my knife forward and jumped in alarm when the blade smashed through the floor and clung to it.

My eyes were wide as I looked around, gasping when I spotted the supposed intruder.

"Oh my-" I mumbled, surprised at the sight before me.

Hidden beneath the small coffee table by the couch sat a small dog, its tail wagging loosely behind it.

"How the hell- how did you get in here little-" I paused, carefully reaching forward an taking the puppy into my hold, turning it over so I could study it, "little dude?" I finished my sentence, now having the knowledge of the dogs gender.

"You scared me." I explained, setting the dog down and making my way to my knife to retrieve it from my wooden floor.

"Do you have a home?" I asked, tilting my head slowly but jerking forward when I realized what I was doing.

"Yes? no?" I questioned, waiting for the pup to answer all of my questions.

I shrugged after a second thought, "oh well. You can stay with me for a little bit puppy. I've been feeling really lonely lately, i'd appreciate it if you would be willing to cuddle me in bed tonight?" I requested the puppy, giggling when it let out a squeaky woof.

"I would have someone else cuddle me right now. But- he's not here anymore... So i'll never be able to do that." I explained sorrowfully.

I shook my head slowly, the silence in the room making me uncomfortable.

"I don't know if you've eaten yet pup. But i'm really tired and I should probably get sone sleep if I wanna be healthy again." I continued, patting my thigh from beneath my towel to gain the small dogs attention.

I began towards the stairs and sighed, eyeing the blood that I had found and narrowing my eyes.

Had the dog been injured this whole time? Would I have to check on him to make sure he didn't have any serious injuries; I knew how bad those could be.

Once upstairs I brought the dog to my bedroom and pushed the door shut, now jumping onto my bed and patting the tiny dog over to lay beside me.

"So, while I check you out do you wanna talk a bit?" I asked, hoping my request wouldn't be denied.

"You wanna tell stories?" I suggested, waiting a moment in silence before bouncing on my mattress a bit, "I'll go first! It's a romantic story." I started, thinking for a moment before nodding to myself.

A moment passed and I understood now what I would tell the puppy that lay beside me.

As time passed through the day I told him my story, blabbering about all that had happened in my life so far, only I kept going even after I had reached the present part if my life. I told what I hoped my life would end up like in the future.

A happy ending is all I could wish for.

A happy ending with Michael.

Was that so much to wish for?