It has been such a long day today. What was with Laurie freaking out? Who the hell is Angel?

I wrapped my dressing gown around me tighter, it was so cold in the bathroom. A hot bath was just what I needed. Twisting the tap, hot water spewed out and into the bath. Putting my hand into the hot bath, I oozed at the feeling of the warmth, my fingers were ice cold.

Laurie doesn't know how lucky she is, she gets to go out with her friends and have the best fucking time of her life. While I'm stuck out here with no life. My life is so shitty. But I guess home is just one big comfortable pillow. Perhaps if I went out with Laurie I would what to go right back home. Home makes me feel safe. No one can find me in here. Or can they?

The floor is cold beneath my feet, I stand on a fluffy rug by the sink. I look up and into the mirror, I open it and look at the various medications. I grab a small tube of pain pills, my back has been sore recently.

Closing the mirror door, I look at the tube and fiddle around with it for a while. Placing it down I hear breathing behind me. Slowly, I raise my head and look into the mirror to see a familiar face, a face I hoped never to come face to face with until I die. He glared at me. I stared back at him for a while and then decided to dash. Michael Myers!

I screamed as I scrambled out of the bathroom, pushing myself forward. I could hear his heavy footsteps close behind. Is this happening? Am I getting dreams like Laurie? No! This was real! I knew it because by the time I had escaped from the bathroom he had a firm clutch on my arm.

Everything was suddenly in slow motion. He threw me down on a wooden table while I screamed for help. The table collapsed as I landed on it. This was bringing back so many memories from my recent meeting with this prick!

He then grabbed me by the hair, pulling me up. My scalp was hurting. I could feel strands of hair being torn from my head. Unexpectedly, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled out a large hunting knife. "Help!" I screamed. But I was unheard.

Suddenly he swung the knife down and it entered my stomach. First the pain struck and then the blood began to flow. He done it another three times but he stabbed my thighs. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" I cried. The pain was similar to the pain I felt two years ago, where the bastard stabbed me in almost every visible part of my body. I could still hear the running water in the bathroom.

Now I was being thrown around the room like a rag doll. I hit a large cabinet which had glass plates on top of it. The plates fell on top of me smashing to pieces. I struggled to get to my feet. The stairs were only an inch away. My thighs were hurting more than the wound in my stomach, but I had to fight against the pain If I want to live.

Just as I got to the top of the stairs, Michael grabbed me by the neck and threw me back onto the ground. I scrambled back towards the bathroom, the water was still running into the bath. Steam was rushing out of the bathroom now.

I stared up at Michael, he stared down at me. He held the knife up above his head. "No, no, please" I cried but it didn't work. The knife swung down again and entered my shoulder, then my stomach, then my chest. I then blacked out.

Then I find myself lying in Laurie's arms. I'm covered in blood and I'm back in the bathroom. The sound of running water had stopped. I was lying on the cold bathroom floor, surrounded in my blood. Blood was everywhere.

Laurie is shouting at somebody and telling me to hold on. "Hold on baby, hold on!" the exact words she told me the last time this happened and it worked. But sadly this time it didn't.

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