Diary, 1st entry
Hello, My name is Fiona. I am a normal high school girl, who lives in a normal town. I love the arts, drawing, acting, singing, dancing, painting, etc. The thing I really do love the most, is of coarse musicals. Mostly the romantic ones. Phantom of the Opera. Yes! Phantom of the Opera. That is the musical I cherish the most. Horror movies are my second favorite thing. Although, what I really have to think about right now is what I should do for a living once I graduate high school. I'm thinking about becoming a doctor of Psychology. My school year has been rough; I haven't made many friends yet. I spend much of my time at where I work, here in the Asylum of Haddonfield. My job for now is really to feed the patients and make them feel at home. I guess that's what I do best, because I always wanted everyone to be happy. I have this one patient who I nurse, but he is different from the rest. He doesn't even seem to be mentally ill at all. He just sits there and says nothing. He's been in here ever since he killed his sister when he was a kid. I think his name is Michael. He is really cute, but I would never tell anyone that, seeing that he is a patient and all. But anyways, on to other concerns, my parents are divorced. I love them both dearly, but I have been spending my time alone these days. It seems like I need some time alone to myself. Anyway, I am working now, and am on a break in the small cafeteria. Seeing how its quarter to 5, I should probably be going.
I will write more later,
Fiona
Fiona closed her diary as a co-worker of hers came into the cafeteria. "Fiona, brakes over, back to work", said an African American woman in her early forties. "Alright, I'll be right there Mrs. Hanson", as Fiona said this she slipped the small notebook into her pocket. As Fiona walked into the hallway with Mrs. Hanson to a room filled with food for the patients, Mrs. Hanson said, "Please, Fiona, for the last time, we are co-workers. Please call me by my first name, Moreen". Moreen smiled, and Fiona smiled back, "Alright" said Fiona meekly.
As they walked into the cafeteria and started filling a rolling cart with trays of food for the patients, Moreen said to Fiona, "Fiona I don't understand something about you". Fiona took a tray, put it on the cart, and looked up with a face full of confusion. "What do you mean?" said Fiona, as the two pushed the full cart of food trays to the first customer for their dinner service. "Well", said Moreen, smirking in a way that tells you that she's knows something that you didn't think she knew, "You just seem so pure and mature, I wouldn't think you would fall for a guy like that". It was true, Fiona was pure. At least she seemed like it. She wouldn't hurt a fly and she was always so kind to people. Although, that doesn't mean that someone didn't once hurt her. Her past was something that should be locked up forgotten; she never talked about it with anyone. Someone doesn't become so mature and kind with just a snap of their fingers, something has to go wrong in the first place. "What guy?" said Fiona, thinking at the same time, 'does she know about my crush?'. "Oh you can't hide it from me girl, I know these things, I have children, remember? I can see the way you look at him… That Michael Myers guy, he's just a little bit older than you, isn't he?". Fiona was shocked, but all she could say was "I-I cant like a patient…". Moreen just smiled at Fiona as they came to their first patients' room. As they fed all the patients they were somewhat quiet. But as they came to there last patient, Moreen smiled at Fiona again. "I have to go wash my hands and get ready to leave, I have plans with my husband tonight" said Moreen. "I'm sure you are perfectly capable of bringing your boyfriend his food". "Hey!" said Fiona, as Moreen walked down the hall. "You could have been a little quieter!" said Fiona innocently. She could here Morren laugh to herself in a warm way as she disapeared around a corner.
Fiona gulped. She looked at the steal door with the number 247 on it (Michael's room number). See, it was alright to feed Michael alone, because he had never tried anything stupid to escape. His doctor/therapist was in there all the time alone, and he never was hurt by Michael. To everyone, Michael was creepy…but harmless for now. Sam Loomis was a great Doctor, and a role model for Fiona. She talked to him often, and never thought he was crazy like everyone else thought. Fiona turned the handle on the door. It was a normal day, nothing is going to happen thought Fiona to herself. The thing was, she had never been in there alone. The door opened as Fiona came in. Michael was sitting on his bed. Fiona tried not to blush and she shut the door behind her. Michael was about 17 and was tall and strong. He had short spiky brown hair and beautiful grey eyes. They never showed any emotion though. "Hi Michael" said Fiona softly, as she picked up the food tray and went over to Michael. Fiona had dark brown layered hair that was up to her neck, and hazel eyes. She was short for age but was still slim. Michael looked up at her as she put the tray down on a table. Fiona decided to sit in a chair next to the bed instead of leaving. He looked at the tray but didn't eat anything. "I agree," said Fiona. Michael looked from the tray to Mina. Fiona blushed softly again when he looked at her. His eyes were calm but yet seemed to hold so much anger in them. He would never show it though. "I agree that I wouldn't eat either, if I were isolated from people like you are. I don't know if I could live if I was stuck in a room with nothing to do…" said Fiona thoughtfully. "But what do I know?" said Fiona. "I guess I should leave". She felt stupid for even trying to talk to him, and stupid for even thinking of liking someone she could never be with. Fiona started to get up and turned to the door when a hand caught her arm. She froze. 'He is touching my arm!' she thought to herself. She wanted to smile but thought it wouldn't be right. She turned around to look at him. Her innocent face confused him. If you could read his thoughts, you would probably be hearing 'why isn't she scared of me?'. She looks at him to see that he had gotten up to go to her. He motioned for her to sit down. "You-You want me to sit with you?" said Fiona, half questioning him and half reassuring herself that he wants her to sit with him. He nodded. Fiona couldn't help but blush this time. Although, she couldn't hide her blush from him. Michael saw her emotion and for the first time also showed an emotion. His eyebrows lifted to show the emotion of surprise. He was probably thinking at this moment, 'she likes me?' The both sat down on his hospital bed for a while, saying nothing. "Can I-can I ask you something?" said Mina, fiddling with the fabric of her nurse uniform. Michael nodded. "I know that you don't like to talk, but I was wondering if you could speak in sign language, because then you could talk to me." She caught her mistake of releasing to much information, and corrected it fast. "I mean-if you want to…". He shook his head. "Oh, well I know sign language…so if you wanted to learn it, so you don't have to speak to people to communicate, I could teach it to you". He nodded and for most of the night she taught him sign language. By the end of her shift, which was when everyone left the building at 10pm, a bell rang. It had been a couple of hours since Fiona had came into Michael's room, and was falling asleep while sitting, when the bell rang. She shot up when it rang and at first forgot where she was. She suddenly realized that she had been half asleep on Michael's shoulder for some time. "Oh, I am so sorry," said Fiona getting up for the bed, blushing like mad. He moved his hands to create a sign in sign language. It meant "Its okay". She smiled, "you learn quickly". He stared at her. "My shift is over' said Fiona, "but I will be back tomorrow morning". She headed for the door. "Keeping practicing sign language though, I am happy you learned it". Fiona tried to open the door. It locks from the inside so Fiona searched for her key in her pocket. It wasn't there. "Oh no, I left my key on the cart outside. I am so ignorant". She turned around. Michael made another few signs with his hands. "No I didn't leave the key outside on purpose!" said Fiona with a smile. "I am not perverted like other girls". She laughed. Michael tried to smile and managed to make a grin. "Oh so you can smile?" said Fiona teasingly. She laughed again. Michael again made signs with his hands. It meant, "I can but I don't choose to". "Oh" said Fiona erasing her smile from her face. "There was a time in my life like that for me. I don't like to talk about it though…" Michael made a sign that meant "same here". "Oh", said Fiona. "Anyways, I am stuck here until the janitors come in the morning. So if it's ok I think I have to stay in here for the night". "Okay" said Michael in sign language. She sat in the chair next to the bed, and before long she was asleep. When Michael thought she was totally asleep he picked her up and carried her into his bed. He looked at her fragle sleeping face for a second and then slowly kissed her forehead. He stared at her for a few seconds longer and then walked to the chair and fell asleep in it.