Chapter 6.
Jessica's Point of View.
I wake up with a little stretch and try to get up but I was interrupted when an arm around me pulled me against something warm. I yelp and turn my head around, only to meet the mask from last night, my sisters murderer was still here and I was still alive. I only look at the masked man with wide eyes. I don't know what to do. "M-morning…" I say quietly with a shaky voice. New tears make their way to my eyes as I wait for something to happen. The man tilts his masked face and lifts his other arm towards me. I close my eyes but he only pats my head gently. I wince at his touch and open my eyes to look at him again. The man lets go of me and gets up from the bed, leaving me to just sit there. He walked over to the window and looked outside to my neighbour's yard. I look at his back, wondering what he was thinking. I was confused about his weird behaviour. He killed my sister but he hasn't done anything to physically hurt me. I still cant get my sister's dead eyes out of my mind. What was I going to tell our parents? I sniff quietly but the man turns around immediately to look at me. He walks over and sits on the bed again facing me. I look at him, sadness filling my eyes and he lifts his hand to my cheeks. He wipes away the tears from my cheeks, with a surprisingly gentle touch. I cant stop my self and I lean into him, putting my forehead against his chest. I start weeping harder but he gives me a tight hug, comforting me. "Why did you k-kill her?" I ask quietly. I'm sure he's not going to respond but at least I tried. The man ribs my back gently and I wrap my arms around him. I was sad and ever since I was a child, I needed a hug to feel a little better when I was sad. The man holds me there for what felt like hours. I cried my heart out while he holds me. I can't make new tears run down my face and I let go of him while I back away. He looks at me again, with his head tilted. He reminded me of someone from his movements. I look him over, taking a note that there were some scars on his skin on his arms, I shift my gaze to his chest and stomach, noticing that his wounds were completely healed. I turn my head to look at his masked face again, noticing his blue eyes watching me like a hawk. "S-so who a-are you?" I ask with a shaky voice waiting for his answer. He tilts his head to the other side making me giggle a little. He was acting kind of cute even if he was a murderer. The man patted my head again, making me stop giggling. What if he was angry? I see that Timmy jumped on the bed behind him, making me start to panic. What if he was going to scratch or bite him? What would this man do to him if he did? Timmy walked between us and stared at the strange man. To my horror the man lifts his hand and puts it on Timmy's head. "No wait!" I try to stop him but I get surprised when Timmy just let him pet his head. The cat starts to purr happily almost closing his eyes from the contact. I look at them dumbfounded. Timmy doesn't like men and now he was letting this complete stranger pet his head like they had know each other for years. I look at the man again and his eyes were glued on the cat. Maybe there was something good inside of him that Timmy sensed? "H-his name is Timmy." I say, trying not to sound scared but failing at it. I should sound confident so this man wouldn't think that I was scared of him even when I was terrified. The man only nods and then he rubs Timmy's belly. Timmy only purrs even when usually he would try to teat stranger's hands apart when they dared to touch is stomach. I get up from the bed and the man's eyes shift to me immediately, waiting for my next move. I look at his awkwardly as I think over what I should say. "I umm… need to go to the bathroom." I say looking at the door. The man gets up and walks next to me, waiting for me to go. "Are you coming too?" I nervously wait for his answer. He nods and opens the door, making his way out of the room. I follow him sheepishly while he walks down the steps. It's amazing how quietly he walks around. Timmy runs past him and straight to the living room widow. He meows and claws at the curtains, wanting to see outside. I run over to him to open the curtain but before I reach him, I got yanked back by my arm. I yelp and land on my but on the floor. I look up at the man to see that he was looking at me shaking his head. He was huffing angrily at me and even Timmy stopped clawing the curtain sensing something was happening. "I w-wasn't running away! I j-j-just wanted to o-open the curtain for him." I say quickly to him, my voice shaking from fear. He walks over to the curtain, opening one of them for Timmy, who was looking outside happily. The man walks back over to me and lifts me in his arms. I look at him a little shocked as he walks to the bathroom and puts me down. He stands there watching me without saying or doing anything else. "Aren't you going?" I ask him, hoping that he would get the message but he only shakes his head. A deep blush comes to my cheeks. "You can't stay here!" I yell at him but he only tilts his head. I walk over to him and try to push him away but he stands there like a wall. I huff and give him another push. I just try to ignore him as I brush my teeth and use the toilet.
After one awkward bathroom break, I walk out of the room. He was still following closely behind me as I walk over to the living room. I look at the couch which had some blood on it. I take the couch cushions off and take them to the laundry room. The man was still watching me as I try to wash the blood out of the cushions. Tears were forming in my eyes again, making them sting a little. I leave the cushions to soak in the water and wash my hands quickly. I didn't want to feel my sister's blood on my hands. I don't know what he did with my sister's body but I hoped that she was still in one peace. Our parents would be even more heartbroken if they heard that she was in pieces all around the town. I walk back to the living room and sit on the armchair. The man sits on the floor in front of the TV, waiting for it to turn on. I get up and turn it on for him. He just looks at the screen, still silent and I sit back down, looking at his movements. The first thing we see is a news reporter in front of the Memorial Hospital. I look at the news as the man tilts his head again. There was an old man and sheriff Brackett next to the reporter. The old man looked to be angry at something and sheriff Brackett looked to be crushed by sadness. The man takes the knife out of his pocket, which made me freeze. Was he going to kill me now? He put the knife in front of him and he put his had back on his lap. "Michael Myers, an escapee from Smith's Grove Sanitarium claimed his final victim in Haddonfield Memorial Hospital. His first kill dates back to a bloody Halloween night in 1963, when the six-year-old boy stabbed his sister to death." I turn to look at the man shocked. Michael Myers? I feel my heartbeat quicken. I suddenly feel sick as I realize that I had been lied to. Michael wasn't just my imagination! He was real and probably this man who is now sitting on my living room floor.
I know that my parents probably wanted to protect me, but they never told me about this which hurt much more. That boy, who I spent years crying for because I thought he left me, was now an adult and a murderer. That sweet lonely boy, who was my best friend came back to me. I didn't know how to feel, if I should be happy, sad or angry. I didn't know who to blame. Did Sarah know about this and is that the reason she got killed? My thought were interrupted when the old man started to speak. "I'm Doctor Samuel Loomis and Michael Myers is my patient. He is very dangerous and I advise you all to lock your doors and avoid moving in the dark. We are going to restrain him as soon as we find him." The old man said with a sharp voice and I could see the man's fists ball up in anger, veins showing through his skin as he sat on the floor and watched the news. I hear his heavy breathing coming from behind his mask. "Michael?" I ask nervously and the man turns to me quickly. I look at him as he gets up and nods. He slowly walks over to me and leans his head towards me. His forehead touches mine as he puts his hands on my cheeks. Now I know why his touch is so familiar to me. He was… He is my best friend. "Michael, it is really you.!" I whisper to him as he nods. I pull back and look at his mask. I put my shaking hands on the edge of his mask and look him in the eyes. "Can I?" I ask quietly as not to scare him but he doesn't do anything. I slowly start to lift his mask off of his face. He just stays still as the mask slowly reveals his facial features. The mask finally comes off and I could see his face again after all these years. His once blond hair was now dark brown but his eyes were still a deep blue. His left eye was recently damaged, scars covering his eyelids. The eye itself was a little cloudy. I brush my hand against his cheek while his eyes were piercing through mine. He looked the same but yet so different at the same time.
My feelings were mixing together. I feel tears make their way to my eyes once again but he wipes them away with a gentle look in his eyes that I could see clearly now. "Michael!" I cry out as I hug him, not wanting to let him go. I was afraid that he would disappear from my arms again if I let go. I was still sad about my sister but I was also angry at her. Her and our parents didn't say anything about Michael and watched me in agony for years when I thought my imaginary friend left me all alone. His arms were rubbing my back and I felt safe again. I look behind his shoulder, seeing Timmy looking at us. His eyes were wide as he had tilted his head in confusion. I smile at him, lifting my other had to give him a little wave. Michael notices that my hand left his back and he backs away a little, still keeping his arms loosely around me. I smile at him and lift my hand t his cheek. He leans into my hand and closes his eyes, enjoying my touch on his cheek. "I'm sorry Michael. I didn't know…" I whisper to him but he only shakes his head as his lips give my wrist a little peck. I smile at him, feeling a little blush forming on my cheeks. "The police department is going to increase their patrolling around the city." I stop smiling and look at the TV. They were looking for him. Michael turned to look at the TV too, his brows frowning as he looks at the man who called himself Doctor Samuel Loomis. "He was your Doctor?" I ask him and he nods slowly, anger burning In his eyes. I put my hand on his cheek and turn him back to look at me. "Why did you come back?" I ask him. If I escaped from a Sanitarium, I would go as far as I can. But he came back home. He thinks about it for a moment but then points at me. "For me?" I ask, making him nod. I sit up straight, trying to see if he was lying but he wasn't. "How did you know where I was?" Michael gets up and points at the couch. I look at the couch but then realize he meant Sarah. "Did Sarah tell you?" I ask confused. Why would she tell Michael where I was if they tried to keep us apart. I realize that Sarah told me something about her job. I quickly jump up and walk over to Sarah's bag which was on the kitchen counter. I look sadly at Sarah's clothes as I dig through them and find her briefcase at the bottom of the bag. I get it out, I hesitate to open it. I gather my courage and open it, seeing only one folder inside of it. I look at the cover of the folder and see that it had Michael's name on it. I could feel that Michael was right behind me, looking curiously at what I was doing. I open it and see that there are papers about Michael's case inside of it. I look them over and see that Sarah was trying to help Dr. Loomis lock Michael up for the rest of his life. I couldn't believe that Sarah would do something like this behind my back, without telling me anything. After all I really cared for him along time ago. I turn to look at Michael, who was looking at the papers with anger burning in his eyes. He lifted his mask to his face and put it on his head again, hiding his face behind it. "Why did you kill your sister?" I ask quietly and he tilts his head at my words, probably thinking about his answer. He lifts his other hand and points to the masks lips then lifts his hand to point to his head. I think over his movements. "Did someone tell you to kill her in you head?" He nods his head and he moves to the kitchen. I look after him as he opens the fridge, looking through it. He was hearing voices in his head. I feel bad for him. He's a sick man who needs help with his issues. I put the folder back in Sarah's bag and think of my next words. "Michael, listen." I say quietly as I walk over to him to see what he was doing. He found some chocolate cake I got from Ally yesterday as a gift. He cuts a big piece from it with a kitchen knife and lifts his mask just above his mouth. He starts eating the sugary treat, like he hadn't eaten anything in years. I sigh as I cross my arms over my chest. I need to think what's best for him. "Michael, I think you really need help." I say quietly, making Michael freeze in his tracks. His head turns slowly to look at me, making me shiver from his ice-cold gaze. I rub my hands over my biceps, trying not to seem nervous. "I cant help you with your mental health. I just think it would be best for you if you were in a-" Before I could finish my sentence, Michael drops the cake on the floor and lunges at me, making me almost scream. He puts his hands on my shoulders and shakes his head in anger. His breathing was heavy under the mask and his hands were squeezing my shoulders almost painfully, making me hiss out in pain. I look at his eyes which were burning with anger, making him look like a wolf ready to kill its pray. I was scared how easily his demeanour changes by my words. But maybe he fells like I was going to turn my back on his too? I feel sadness fill my gut and I lift my hands onto his masked cheeks. He winces at the touch but he doesn't pull away. I nod quickly, giving his cheeks a little pat. "Fine, you can stay here. Maybe together we can find away to help you." I say quietly, assuring myself that every ting would turn out okay in the end. He nods and gives me a tight hug. I pat his back gently, my eyes glued to a pile on the floor of what once was a delicious cake.
I pull myself away from his grasp, wiping away some tears from my cheek that had escaped my eyes. I hear a loud meow coming from the living room, making both of us alarmed. I hurry to Timmy, who was still looking out from the window. I look outside, only to see a police car in front of my house with sheriff Brackett and that Dr. Loomis inside of it. They got out the car and started to walk up to my door. I feel my heart jump out of my chest and I turn to look at Michael. He seemed to sense something as he was looking at me. I could sense the tense atmosphere between us as I almost run up to him. "You need to hide now. Go into my bedroom and close the door." I whisper to him but he shakes his head as his hand takes hold of my arm. I look at him a little angry. "You need to trust me! I'm not going to tell them that you're here! If I do, you can have my head. Just go, please!" I plead. He lets go of my hand and pecks my forehead with the masks lips as we hear a knock on the door. I give him a small smile as he lets me go and silently makes his way upstairs. I go over to the door and open it to face sheriff Brackett and Dr. Loomis. "Good morning sheriff. Can I help you?" I ask innocently, noticing how angrily Dr. Loomis was glaring at me. "Morning Miss Hall. Can we come in?" the sheriff asks and I step aside, letting them in the house. "Is something wrong? I ask as I close the door. "I have some bad news for you. Its about your sister." he says, sadness filling his voice. I feel my heart stop at the mention of Sarah, but I try to seem as normal as possible. "Oh… I haven't seen her since last night. Did something happen?" I ask and to my horror they notice that the couch cushions were still missing. Dr. Loomis. Looks at the couch a little suspicious and turns to look at me. "Where are the cushions?" He asks sharply, making my heart beat faster. "Oh my cat clawed it on the night I moved here. He's so stressed about the move." I answer and Dr. Loomis turns to look at Timmy. He was now sitting on the couch, his eyes narrowed at the pare who came in the house. Brackett nods and turns back to look at me, "I'm sorry Miss Hall, but we found your sister's body in the forest in the early hours of this morning." He says and I looked shocked. Michael took her to the forest and just left her there! What was he thinking? I feel tears form again in my eyes, making them sting again and I sit down in the armchair. I was sobbing uncontrollably again but this time with the realization the she was left there all alone. "W-what h-happened? I t-thought t-that he went to w-work!" I say while sobbing and the sheriff seemed to be sad about my reaction. "we are looking into it. We are treating the case as a homicide." I look at him, tears making my eyes look a little red and puffy. Dr. Loomis was standing there, reading all my emotions. "H-homicide? W-who would w-want to k-kill him?" I ask, sadness covering my every word. Dr. Loomis stepped forward and reached his hand towards me. "Nice to meet you Miss Jessica. My name is Samuel Loomis. I'm a Doctor from Smith's Grove Sanitarium. I have a couple of questions for you." He says and I give his hand a little shake, waiting for his question. "Do you know who Michael Myers is?"