Chapter 10

Here is chapter 10! I have a few chapters already plotted out, so I was able to just type it up. Enjoy!

Most of the day was spent sitting around, looking through my bags. For the most part, I avoided Michael, though it was hard since he stayed in the room the whole time watching me. The only time I spoke to him or even looked at him was when I asked for his permission to unpack my stuff. Though I was still angry, I had to make sure that it was okay. I huffed before I looked at him, showing that I was annoyed. Yet, I still kept my voice small from being nervous about the question I was going to ask. It was awkward, I was movinng my stuff in his room.

"Michael." I said quietly.

He looked surprised that I talked. I guess that I was quiet for too long. Maybe he thought I was going to ignore him all night. This made me feel a little bad, which was ludacris. But yet, I still had to be a little nicer. I did after all, take his house. Which made me feel weird about asking this question. It was as if I was asking a boyfriend to move my stuff in his room and bathroom. I gulped before I spoke.

"Can I unpack my stuff, and put it in my dresser?" I asked with an awkward expression on my face.

His eyes darted to my dresser, then at my clothes. For a split second they darkened with anger. I felt myself shrink in the bed where I sat. I got myself into an even bigger mess. The only thing I could do was try to fix the situation.

"I'm sorry. I'll leave. I'll take my stuff and get out of here. I didn't mean to take your house!" I pleaded.

Then he looked at me, and the anger faded to something I could not tell. But it wasn't negative. It looked friendly. He looked at the dresser and gave a single nod, very slowly. I relaxed, and gave him a smile as I got up.

"Thanks Michael." I said as I got up and brought the bag of clothes to the dresser.

It got late as I finished putting my clothes away. I still had other stuff such as make up, jewlery boxes, and books to put away. But I was starting to get tired, so this was all for tonight. I yawned as I closed the door. I looked over the empty boxes on the floor, and finally felt as if this room was beginning to be my own. If Michael didn't still live here, it would have been. But I was sharing it with him. Back to awkward. I sat on My bed and began to lay down. I was about to ask Michael if I could go to sleep, when I saw him looking through my stuff. I was apalled.

"Michael, what are you.." before I could finish my sentence, he pulled out a photo album. He opened it up, and tilted his head.

"Oh. That's just pictures of my family, and old friends. Here, put it on the bed so we can both look through it." I moved over and patted for him to sit down.

He looked at me, then walked slowly towards the bed. Once he stood infront of me, I reached my hand out and gave him a look, asking for permission to put in on the bed. He returned to answer by giving me the album, and slowly sitting down. I was laying on my stomach, as I turned the page to the begining, while he sat next to me, looking down at the album.

The first picture was of my 1st birthday. I was sitting in a chair with cake all over my face, and my mom was holding me up straight, with a napkin in her hand laughing. Michael was looking at the baby with question in his eyes.

"That's me on my first birthday. And that's my mom." I said.

He pointed to the next picture of two little girls, a brunette, and a dirty blonde.

"That's my sister and I at the pool. I was 5, and she was 4." I answered.

He looked at me, then pointed to the dirty blonde.

"Yeah, that's me." I laughed.

I only explained the ones he pointed to. There wasn't anything I would have voluntarily told him. We came across a picture of me sitting on a tree branch at a park, wearing a white sun dress, with a white flower in my hair. He pointed to it, and looked at me, waiting for a story.

"That's me at a park. I was 6 years old. The same age as you were in the picture from the newspaper you left me on my bed." I rolled over, picked the paper up and read the information, which included his birthdate. "Oh. You're 23 years old. I'm two years younger than you, 21." I smiled, then looked at his face in the picture. "You were the most adorable little boy I have ever seen." I couldn't even keep it to myself, I had to say it outloud. I wanted him to know, he deserves to hear something about himself besides death.

His eyes became soft. I could feel his body loosen, as if he was relaxed by my words. I felt a tinge of saddness. Surely he never got many compliments. I was happy to make him feel good. I decided to brush it off, being sure not to make him feel uncomfortable by my action. I turned the page to the next picture. When I looked up, he was still staring warmly at me. I was so proud to make him feel that way. It was so touching. He obviously never heard that before. I had to look away before I got too emotional.

Michael couldn't move from his gaze. For the first time since he was 5, he felt compassion. She accepted him as a person, and treated him like a friend. Even the doctors at Smiths' Grove didn't talk to him the way Amy talked to him. She spoke out, and complimented him as a human being, with out judging him, or trying to figure him out. Moments went by, and he realised that he was showing too much emotion. He quickly snapped out of it and pointed to another picture.

As she got older in each picture, she began to look more and more unhappy. Her family and friends looked like they were having fun, but Amys' smile was forced. Even her voice began to lose interest as she described the pictures. Pages flipped by with the same people in different places and events. Michael didn't really care about the other people. He just continued to point to her in every picture, wanting to know where she was, and why she was wearing certain outfits such as dresses, or costumes.

Then he came across a picture that made his skin turn ice cold. The blood boiled in his hands, needing to strangle something, or reach for his knife. A man around Amy's age was standing behind her with is arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him, leaning against a fence. He was still as a statue. His hands clenched into fists. Amy gasped when she saw the picture.

Oh My god. I can't believe this picture is in here! My mom must have put it in before I left to "remind me of what I missed out on" or in other words, what she missed out on. I was over come with anger at her stuborness. But then Michaels' hand shot to the picture, pointing at the man. It was the first time he pointed to someone besides me. He was staring intently at him with a look so lethal. I have never seen him stare at anything with such hatred. It was almost as if he was going to kill right then.

I had to explain the picture fast. Though, I didn't like talking about it, and I didn't know Michael well enough to share this, I had to do it. I was obviously taking too long, because he stabbed his finger at the photo again impatiently. I jumped and gasped at his action. Then hurried with an explination.

"I don't really like to talk about this. It's not really important to me." I looked down at the pretty boy with light brown hair, and green/blue eyes. The kind of guy you would see on an Abercrombie cover. Any other girl would have been happy with him, but I wasn't. I sighed, and got ready to explain.

"That's Tyler. He was my boyfriend for two years." Michaels' eyes narrowed fiercely. I then realised how possesive Michael was over me. He was way too angry over a picture. This "friendship" wasn't only dangerous for me, but also for everyone else around me. I had to stay away from everybody, and keep them safe. I quickly continued my story, to calm him down.

"I never really liked him. I guess I was just with him to make everybody else happy. We had the same group of friends, so it worked out for a while. My family thought he was great, and my friends labelled us together. So I just went along with it to be normal." I explained.

I remembered my moms words, "Amy, he's going to graduate school. He's becomming a doctor!" And my friends complaints, "Oh my god, he's so hot! I don't know why you hesitate. If he wasn't totally stuck on you, we would sweep him away." I rolled my eyes at the thought. Then I continued.

"Anyway, about six months ago he asked me to marry him." Michaels' whole body tightened. I could see the furry comming off of him. It made the hairs on my body stand up. I quickly recovered.

"He asked me to marry him, and I ran." He relaxed as he realised that I refused the offer. "In that one question, I saw my whole life flash before my eyes. My whole life, I spent trying to be normal, but I realised that I'm not normal. I don't fit in, and I don't want to. I started to be myself." A triumphant smile spread across my face.

"I lost alot of friends, and my family was dissapointed in me. I came to realise that I needed to be on my own and now, here I am." I spread my arms out, showing my presence in the room.

Michael looked interested. I knew that he listened to every word, even though he did not say anything back.

"It's funny how all of the people back at my old place couldn't hold a conversation, yet you don't even talk, and I just poured out a whole conversation feeling completely understood." I commented as I shook my head at the irony.

Michael now understood why she was differemt from everybody else. Maybe that's part of the reason he didn't kill her. It also explains why she is so strong. Unlike others, she does not care what people think, or how they feel. She does what makes her happy. Even if it makes everybody else unhappy. She kicked him, and punched him in the sewers, while others ran, and screamed, or used weapons. Her thought process was different. She was her own kind in every possible way. She was absolutely beautiful.

"You know Michael, being here, I haven't been this happy in well.. ever." She added.

Michael felt his heart shed another layer of ice. She was slowly breaking down the shape. But he would not let her know it. She yawned again and began to close her eyes. This was his cue to get up.

I tried to stay awake, but I was failing miserably. Michael got up, and started to walk towards the wall by the door. Was he going to stand and watch me all night?

"Michael, what are you doing? Aren't you going to sleep?" I asked curiously.

He looked at me, then at his old childhood bed in the corner of the room. It was barely a twin size bed with dust, and old blue bed sheets wrinkled in a pile. The pillows had no pillow cases, and they looked frayed and yellow. Would he even fit in it? It has to be uncomfortable. It's even older than the bed in the sewers. He started to walk towards it. Then I stopped him. I don't know why I said this, or even thought it, but with out a warning, it came out.

"Why don't you sleep here." I called out, reaching my hand out for him to stop. He looked back at me with a shocked face. I held the same shocked expression as I realised what I just said.

"It's just that, no offense, but your bed doesn't look to comfortable. And, I have alot of room over here." I patted the bed and stared at the large empty space for him to lay. Then I felt embarressed by my act. "I can clean your sheets, and scrub down your mattress tomorrow, if you would like?" I recovered, trying to be less pathetic.

He looked at his bed, then back at mine. We exchanged glances, then he sat down, and started to put his feet up. He kept his boots on, which made me a little uncomfortable, but asking him to remove them would be strange. Asking him to remove anything infact, would be strange.

I felt awkward, but glad that he was more comfortable. Though he was a killer, I did not want him to sleep in that dusty mattress with springs coming out of the sides. If I'm going to take his room, I mine as well offer him my bed.

I smiled then sat up to turn the lights off. Before I did, I noticed that the door was open. I felt goose bumps rise on my arms. I looked at Michael and asked, "Can I close the door?"

He looked at me with question. I felt extremely immature as I explained.

"Well, it's just that, ever since I was a little girl, I liked the door closed. I used to think that monsters were standing in the doorway. As I got older, I became used to the privacy." Then I turned my head away and laughed, to hide my embarressed face.

He looked at me with surprise, then he looked down at himself laying on the bed. I guess he was right. He did kill people, and live through injuries. But did he think he was a monster? He couldn't have been. There was too much kindess shown to me. He looked and felt human. Though he might have lived through the immpossible. He is human.

I gave him a smile. "Would you protect me from monsters?"

He looked at me with serious eyes, and held his gaze. As if he was answering me.

"Okay, good." I said cheerfuly as I got up to shut the door. He put his hand out and pushed me back down on the bed by the neck. Though he touched a dangerous spot, he was very gentle. I guess he's getting there? He got up and shut the door, not trusting me to run out if I did it. While he passed me, he shut the lights out. I couldn't see anything. But I felt his weight on the bed as he layed down next to me. We had so much room inbetween us, even more than the sewers. It was the same amount of awkwardness as the night before, but this time, I felt a little more at ease. I listened to the sound of his breathing through his mask. It once chilled me, but now, it was becomming an everyday, daily sound. Such as birds chirping, or wind blowing. It brought me into a pleasant sleep.

Michael was stunned by Amys' remark about monsters standing in the doorway. He was considered the thing that lurked in the night on Halloween. Then when she asked him to protect her, he was filled with this new feeling. He never protected anyone, just killed. But he was overcome with this duty that he accepted. As he watched her sleep, he made a decision that he will protect her from anything. He has the power to kill, he will use it towards anyone that poses as a threat to her.

There goes Chapeter 10! I'm on a roll! I have a few holes in the story. I need them filled inbetween the important chapters. So if anyone has any ideas that they want to see in this story, let me know. That would be great! I might be able to fit it in. You guys are the best!