It had only been a few minutes, and there I was, hurrying straight back to my bedroom, throwing the door open and stopping directly in the doorway.

"Michael." I stated firmly.

The tall stalker still stood by the window, but turn slowly to face me, his dark eyes watching me intently from beneath his blank faced mask.

I frowned and furrowed my brows, crossing my arms over my chest, opening my mouth to speak before pausing, Doug the puppy woddling past my legs and into the bedroom before hopping on my bed and laying there. I watched the dog for a moment, pursing my lips and blinking before turning my gaze back to Michael.

"Listen. I want you to talk to me. Right now!" I demanded as sternly as possible, though I most likely sounded more whiny than anything. "Do you not want me? Do you not want me involved in this?" I quizzed him, taking a few steps toward him and smiling hopefully while he did the same.

Only he kept walking, slipping past me and making his way down the stairs, where I proceeded to anxiously follow him, growing frustrated by his inability to respond to me. I groaned under my breath, desperately trying not to lash out or have an outburst.

"I want to help you! I want to kill them! I want to help you killer Laurie and Loomis!" I exclaimed at the top of the stairs, staring down at Michael as he stopped at the bottom of the stairway. He turned his head to look up at me for a short moment, before lazily turning and continuing to walk off into the hallway.

I exhaled heavily, beginning to fidget with my thumbs. "Mm..." I muttered, looking around for a moment before hurrying down the steps and following Michael frantically. He'd made his way to the front door.

My heart began to pound. I didn't want this. This isn't how it's supposed to be! We're supposed to be a happy family! He's supposed to be perfect with me! We're supposed to communicate like the perfect couple..

"Eh.. Michael!" I called to him nervously, watching as he stopped walking once more. However, this time he didn't look at me, he only stared at the ground, listening closely.

"I-I grew up... only wanting you to be happy! Happy with me! I can't make you happy if you don't let me! How am I supposed to be happy if you aren't?" I asked, growing antsy as the violent thoughts began to bubble up in my head. This isn't right.

I approached him, soon enough growing impatient with him. I usually understood him without him speaking, but something about right at that moment just didn't make sense. I didn't know what he wanted, or what he didn't want. And I was scared that it was me he didn't want.

With that I placed my hand on his shoulder, patting it roughly, "Michael!–" I shouted, only to immediately be silenced when the slasher turned around, and slammed his hand onto my neck, gripping it tightly and pushing me back against the wall with a rough impact, leading to a loud thud to echo out through the house.

I released a heavy breath of air as my eyes widened, the air flow being cut off due to his tight hold on me. I raised my hands and gripped his wrist tightly, trying to pry him off of me as my hands began to tremble. "M-Michael.." I tried to utter, fidgeting beneath him as I met his eyes from under his mask.

He stared right through me with an intimidating and violent gaze.

His hand began to shake against my throat, growing tighter and tighter as I began to gasp for air, nearly crumbling beneath him until he finally released me, retracting his callused hand and setting it back at his side.

I collapsed to the ground soon after and began to cough, gasping for air as I placed my palm against my neck, panting heavily all the while Michael stared down at me emotionlessly.

"I just want to help..." I whimpered, hanging my head, strands of my hair falling down and covering my face.

"You don't w-want me..." I whined sorrowfully, dropping to the ground as if bowing down to him. "I'm sorry I-I upset you... please.." I began to cry, suddenly running through a rough array of emotions.

I didn't know what had gotten into me.. I didn't mean to upset him.

I just want him to talk to me..

I want to help him but he won't let me.

I clasped my hands together, resting my forehead against the floor as I felt tears burning against my eyes, threatening to spill out and roll down my heated cheeks. But I paused, holding my breath as I heard Michael's heavy footsteps move away from my trembling frame, and near the front door once more, before eventually pulling it open, and stepping outside. He closed the door behind himself, and began walking, leaving me alone with my troubled thoughts.

I gave my everything to him..

I vowed to kill for him and do whatever he wanted. And for what?

I gave my body to him.. and it had been the best feeling I had ever experienced in my life.

But what if that was all I got out of it? And only for one time in my life? This isn't how I wanted it to play out.

We were supposed to do what was needed for us to be happy, and then we'd fall in love, have a family, and grow old together! That's what I wanted with him.

And that's when the realization had hit me. I had no idea what he had wanted.

"Fuck!" I shouted, sitting up quickly and gripping my hair in frustration, pulling at it and kicking my fit as if I were throwing a temper tantrum. Something a child would do.

"Why can't you love me like I do you?!" I screamed into th empty living room, not expecting a response as I stood up, quickly making my way back upstairs and to my room, where I swiftly pulled my window open and looked through it, trying to watch where Michael was going. But unfortunately, he'd already vanished from view.

I let out a small whimper, crowing more strained and impatient as I slammed my palm against the glass window and stepped away.

"I'm helping! I'm helping whether he wants me to or not!" I exclaimed, shaking my head frantically, gaining the attention of Doug as he lifted his fluffy head to watch me, his tail beginning to wag, thinking I was just trying to play.

I stopped thrashing about, inhaling slowly soon after, attempting to calm myself down. I'm better than that. I'm not some immature psycho. I know what I'm doing.

I smiled lightly, beginning to giggle softly, placing my fingers against my lips, my other hand lowering to my chest as I began to laugh. I didn't know what was funny, or what had come over me, but I couldn't stop grinning as I slipped out into the hallway, swaying around as if dancing into Olif's room. She was still in the bathtub for some odd reason, so I hadnt bothered knocking as I looked around.

"I would like to borrow your dress again!" I shouted out for the older woman to hear.

The past Halloween night, I had kept the dress and returned it to Olif's room, having originally planned to never touch it again. That was until Michael had returned to her to show her that he was still alive.

My mind lingered on that revelation. I had been so happy to see him again... I was so happy to make love with him after that..

I frowned slowly and ran my fingers along my hair, before roaming around the room, and carefully pulling the slightly blood stained dress from its box and setting it out on the bed. "Beautiful. He won't be able to resist coming back." I told myself with a content, if not unhinged smile, before stripping from my clothing, and sliding the form fitting gown onto my body.

"Oh.. he'll love to see Laurie and Loomis so torn up... so bloody... soo... soo good.." I purred under my breath, growing excited at the thought of mending things with the emotionally bland love of my life.

He won't know how to thank me of course. That's when I'll finally know what he'll want. That's when he'll for sure love me like I love him.

That is when we'll be happy.

I sighed in relief, feeling relaxed in my stained dress, allowing my eyes to fall half lidded, staring down into the box the wedding dress had originally been folded neatly into.

A clean and shiny blade sat inside of it.

I could feel a small smile poking at the corners if my lips.

Perhaps I should give Laurie darling a call?

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