HEYYYYYY! Readers, I was just reading all my lovely reviews and I just have one thing to say to you all 3 people 3... Enjoy chapter 9 and Please review, it makes me happy in pants... Jk but please review...
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Chapter 9
(nearly a year later)
It was a few days into October and as the numbers on the calendar grew so did my anxiety. It was once again close to that dreaded time, another year a whole lot of new opportunities for mass murder. I never really to felt at ease, because as it turned out Michael Myers had again escaped. It seemed impossible to kill that monster, any normal mortal man would be dead with the wounds I'd inflicted, but not him, not the shape. He was not normal. The first opportunity I had gotten, I had began to write my story, others had told me to give myself time to heal but I had needed to tell it while it was fresh. Not that I would easily forget my ordeal, but the emotion was there and I felt that instead of just telling people over and over, I would put the story out there so that those curious enough had easy access. Now my story and personal torture was a best seller, and though the book had ended, my personal story hadn't, it was only in remission. Everyday I feared he would come back to take me, kill me. After all in his eyes I did betray him in a lot the same way he others had, I had killed him, or at, least tried. Everyone believed that my story was over, after all it had been almost a year with no retribution, but I was not so easily swayed. I allowed myself to live, I wrote my story, I allowed myself to fall in love, but I always erred on the side of caution, never going out alone after dark, always double, triple checking locks and window to ensure that they were properly closed.
My life had moved forward and I had tried my best to go with it but at this point I had yet to get closure, my heart had all but stopped when I had been told that Michael Myers was no where to be found having escaped through a hidden door within the tunnel and small underground room that had been my prison. I had given up the house when I found out that the hidden door had led right into my basement, in fact the little underground room was the part of my basement that had been blocked off. Apparently anytime anyone went into that particular part of the basement they would be killed. A fact that the real estate agent had left out, I had been encouraged to pursue legal action against him, but that would not give me my life back, instead I had talked him into either giving me back the money I had paid for the house and breaking our agreement or finding me another home. He chose the latter of the two choices which in turn brought me to a beautiful three bed room house on an entirely different street.
Did I want to stay in Haddonfield, no I would've liked to leave but there was a big reason I could not, Deputy Steve Tanner had become important to me, he'd been there for me when this ordeal had started, and he was with me all the way through. Whether it was in my mind or after I had been found. He had protected me and love had grown fairly easily, his smile was contagious, his way of being was amazing and the way he protected me was beyond the call of duty, and I appreciated him for everything he'd done.
The high pitched scream of the tea kettle jolted me out of my thoughts, I went into the kitchen, and dropped a peppermint tea bag into my favorite mug and added the hot water, then I added honey and stirred, inhaling the minty sweet smell of the peppermint and honey mixture. I walked to the living room and sat there enjoying the solitude of the evening. Relaxing, something I took advantage of every chance I got. The sound of a car pulling into the drive way put me on alert, I put my tea down on the coffee table and made my way to the front window. I smiled to see that it was Steve, but his haste caused me alarm.
"Whats wrong?" I asked my alarm causing me to miss the paper he held in his hand.
"This." he responded handing me the paper, which in fact was a photograph, I looked at it and my blood froze in my veins. It was a crime scene photo depicting a brutally murdered woman and the words "Mine" written in blood on the brick wall of the building behind her. I dropped the photo faintly hearing Steve saying that it had just happened...
OOOOH did you see that coming, eeek... I hope you enjoyed this chapter, sorry it took so long... You know they say writers blocks a myth, but if it is then I don't know what was up with me... whew. I know where the story is going, but I couldn't quite get it to flow right, and that was my problem... thanks for your support. Please Review!
