Title: The Comfort of White
Characters: Laurie Strode/Annie Bracket
Summary: Follow up on Laurie after Rob Zombie's Halloween II ended.
Chapter: 1/1
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or the movies they are from.
Spoilers: This could definitely spoil the movie if you haven't seen it all the way through. So please, watch the movie first and then read this.
A/N: This is a story based on Rob Zombie's version of the Halloween movies. Also, this could be considered friendship or femslash. It's really up to you.
The Comfort of White
Laurie loved staring at the woman holding the white horse. She was beautiful and frightening and connected in a way Laurie didn't quite understand. Every morning when she lifted her head from her white pillow, threw off the covers of her white bed and placed her feet on the cold white ground, Laurie would feel relief at seeing the woman and the horse. A strange comfort would creep up her spine and freeze her in place and she would just sit and gaze and breathe and just blink as countless days passed her by.
Every now and then she'd realize that she should be afraid, be worried that she would spend the rest of her life in a mental institution and never see anyone she had loved again. She should care that psychologists around the world were studying her case, fascinated by Michael Meyer's baby sister and her rapid fall into insanity. But then she would blink and see the woman and the horse once again, and all of that went away and she was in her own world.
Sometimes Laurie would wake up, lift her head from her white pillow, throw off the covers of her white bed and place her feet on the cold white floor and… there would be no woman holding a white horse. She would look around and see the long white room, feel the rough cotton of her white shirt and realize that she had gone insane. Those were the days she remembered what had happened, what she had lived through and what she wanted to forget. She remembered running into the house and grabbing her belongings after reading that horrible book. She remembered the look of hurt and confusion and concern that was openly displayed on Annie's face when Laurie shouted at her. She remembered Annie pleading with her to stay and explain and to just please wait.
Most of all, she remembered being in the trashed bathroom, holding Annie's mutilated body while she coughed out her last gurgling breaths through the blood in her mouth.
And when Laurie began screaming at the memories that tormented her, one of nurses would come in with a shot and then she wouldn't remember anything. She would fall into such darkness, such a messy void of shadowed shadows, that when she woke up to find herself in her white bed, in her white room, she would feel relief at the light.
And when she would lift her head from her white pillow, throw off the covers of her white bed and place her feet on the cold white floor, the woman and the horse would be there… and the memories of Annie would be left for another day.