Hi everyone. A few days ago depression hit me with a baseball bat. And in that sadness that dragged me down, it gave me a wonderful idea. A story full of Quotes. You can find the author (if any) at the end of the story. This will be a bunch of short stories and made to be sad because of DEPRESSION.

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Story #1. With the two quotes that started it all

I'll keep loving you

"371 days and I still love you just as much as I did last October." 1.

The words left your mouth as you touched the mask. You had bought it after last Halloween. The babysitter murders. Yet you were spared. He had grabbed you're throat and you smiled. You hadn't meant to. But his hand was so warm and for a moment you just enjoyed the touch. He didn't squeeze hard enough to kill you and starred at you as you gently touched his arm. His hand loosened for a moment and you slipped out and close to his chest hugging him. There was no reason for you to do it. You didn't think and just did.

Maybe it was the fact he was starved for human touch. Maybe it was the fact that you made him hesitate. Or it could have been a moment of sickness inside the mask and he was simply dizzy. Whatever the reason being he didn't kill you so you hugged him. You could feel his arms wrap around you and crush you close to his chest. You closed your eyes preparing for pain but there was no pain. Simply crushing warmth. When it got cold you opened you're eyes and he was gone. Maybe you should have been satisfied with not being killed but now you had something you couldn't live without. Something you didn't realize you needed was suddenly snatched away from you once again. No person could give you that warmth. No feeling could fill that void.

"You can drink too much and forget the night before but I've learned you can never drink enough to forget the people you've loved and lost." 2.

The cold echo of you're voice seemed loud in the emptiness of the place you once called home. Your hand knocked the bottle to the floor, you're eyes not bothering to find it, not bothering to find the towel or broom to clean it. It only caught your attention when you heard the crunch of boots on the glass. Looking up and there he was. The mask was ripped from your hands and thrown to the side. It was a copy. The man you started at wore the original. His hands wrapped around you bringing you into a hug. Almost crushing you but it felt so nice.

Story #2

Screams on Halloween

Every day seemed like a small battle. Working with Myers to try and ease the trauma from Halloween night. When you had volunteered you were surprised to find out he was older than you. But he never spoke. You sat next to him pushing over you're notebook for him to write in.

"It's almost Halloween. I plan to go to a party. I know not my usual thing but my friend insisted I go."

Silence followed you're statement. But you glanced over to the notebook where he was writing something down. The writing had improved since you met him, yet it was still messy. You could only smile seeing the childlike writing.

'Really? Don't go. Come here on Halloween with me'

Those written words ran through your mind as you got dressed. Face hot. Heart beating fast. At the party, you could barely focus still thinking of Myers. Thinking how warm he was. How gentle he was with you. You head out of the party only to be stopped when you say, Loomis.

"Doctor what are you doing here?"

"You? What are you doing out? You should be at home with the door locked. Michael has escaped."

You felt you're face go from hot to cold quickly. You mind trying to process what you were told. You ran home. Ran to find him. To find something that may tell you where he is. But he didn't come for you that night. No matter where you looked from or how much you hoped. He didn't come for you. That was a long time ago though. The interviewers pushed you to get close to his box now. Years later. You looked him over. Age had taken him but you didn't find him any less attractive.

"I remember crying over you and I don't mean a couple of tears and I'm blue. I'm talking about collapsing and screaming at the moon." 3.

Your voice was low. Cracking softly. Tears streaming down you're facing. Almost begging him to turn around. To turn to you and smile slightly. Not letting anyone else see that half turn. Even if his eyes stayed as cold as ice. But you didn't. You closed your eyes and turned away. Letting the man next to you pull out his mask. You're mind-numbing out the rest. You waited this long for him. Maybe this would be the Halloween he comes for you.

Story #3

Choose me

Michael Myers stood in front of his house, where years ago he had gotten lost. His sister snapped thinking her brother had died. She had beaten her boyfriend to death, blaming him for distracting her. Michael had come in as his sister used a pan to bash her boyfriend's brains out. From that day on he stopped speaking. Their parents checked them both in with Loomis. He was sure Judith had lost her mind.

"All sanity is gone, she is not you're daughter anymore. There is nobody home in those eyes."

Michael had been released at ten but his parents had taken him away. But now he stood before his childhood home. The official owner, even if the place appeared unlivable. You walked with Lori talking about class and what assignments were coming up. She just needed to drop off the key to the new owner of the Myes house. You looked up and stopped, a slight gasp escaping seeing the masked man turn. Lori grabbed you whispering quickly.

"Don't be scared, he was nervous to face the new house so stopped by and picked up a mask, I was warned about this."

You nodded approaching the large man, his suit seeing off compared to the white mask. His eyes seeming so dark in the mask. Lori was speaking handing him the key welcoming him to the neighborhood before dragging you away. You kept starring and he starred back. Raising his hand giving you a small wave, you did the same. Lori laughed asking if you had a crush or if you were scared to death. Turning to her you felt your face flush and a small smile creep onto your face.

"I think both if I'm being honest. After school, I'm gonna go see if he wants help with the house."

Lori laughed and offered to come with you, not wanting you to be alone. She agreed and after school, you came and offered your help. Over the next month, you helped clean and organize. You had dinner together and after a while. He was non-verbal but wrote. Wrote his thoughts out to you and Lori. It had finally been a full year, the house was done. You sat next to Myers, Lori had to leave early. Halloween movies played in the background as you looked at Michael. Your mind wandering as you starred.

'Every time I thnk of you, I smile, but my heart hurts like hell.' 4

Michael turned to you and smiled before writing something down and sliding it to you. The paper having only one sentence on it. Asking if you wanted dinner. You didn't know why but you were disappointed. Maybe hoping that he'd ask you something more, or write something more. Before you could respond there was a knock. Lori came in holding a bag lifting it as she walked over.

"I brought dinner, my babysitting gig ended early and wanted you to swing by. I hope you haven't eaten yet."

Michael stood and helped take the bags shaking his head. You watched realizing you never really had a chance. He was laughing at something she said. Something deep and enchanting.

"I looked at him smiling and laughing and my heart filled with love and I thought:

Yes, I choose him, he is my person. But what I failed to see was that he hadn't chosen me to be his." 5.

You got up and sat at the table where Lori called you, you sat down, smiling but it hurt. It hurt so bad. You had a million questions but didn't even know where to start. The way they laughed, the way he wrote something just for her to see. As you walked home leaving them you felt you're heart hurt.

"And i guess that's how you know you love them: when you're heartaches; when you're stomach drops; when you're lungs feel like they're caving in, just because of the thought of them with someone else." 6.

#4

Someone I don't even know

"Nobody drinks a bottle of vodka for fun, and that's a damn fact." 7.

You looked up, eyes wide and sad. The women next to you had blonde hair cut short, eyes cold. You looked at the bottle before setting you're head back down onto the bar.

"It's funner than remembering."

"I can't not agree." The women laughed dryly before sipping her own drink.

"What are you trying to forget, you don't look much younger than me."

You shrugged slightly but knew what hurt. Who hurt. You only met him once but for a moment you thought he was yours. You didn't even know his name but one look and you wanted him more than you wanted anyone else. You never like people didn't like being touched, didn't like being near them. But he changed that, just being near him and you knew you couldn't live without him. But then he was gone, and you were left wanting. Wanting something you had never known you craved.

'Cause you never think the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don't.' 8

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