5
The drive back with Deborah was quiet and I wasn't sure if that was a good thing.
"How are things going with your mom?" she asked suddenly and I looked up at her already feeling a pout form on my face. I turned away.
"Nothing is going on. She drinks now more than ever." I replied. Michael knew my back story and I guess his mom did too. Maybe she wanted to know some things about me to see if I was alright for her son.
"When did she start drinking?" she asked and I shrugged.
"Sometime after my dad went away." I replied and she nodded slowly.
"You ever think you're being a little too hard on her? That maybe she drinks because she's punishing herself for what she let happen to you?" she asked. I just crossed my arms and leaned into my seat.
"I am just lucky I can still see out of my right eye." I said lowly. She nodded immediately.
"I'm not saying it excuses her for what happened. But you only have one mother. Things can change. People can change and if you let her in maybe you both will change… for the greater good."
I didn't want to let her words sink into my brain, but she wasn't wrong. Even after everything that happened, I wouldn't want anything to happen to mom. I glanced back at Deborah to see we were in the driveway of my house.
"Thanks Mrs. Myers." I replied. Maybe Michael will change too, but I wouldn't voice that to her. Being the mother of a killer was not something I wanted to continue thinking about. She gave a gentle nod and smiled and watched as I got out of the car.
I wasn't surprised Mom was waiting for me on the front porch. She waved at the car and guided me inside. I was waiting for her to yell at me for going against her wishes. She took my hand and turned me to her, getting down on my level and looking up at me.
"I'm not upset that you went to see your friend." she said lightly.
"Michael. His name is Michael." I replied and she nodded.
"Michael. Look baby, I know you must hate my guts and you aren't wrong. I hate my guts. I was never ne to stand up for myself or to others. But I should have stood up for you. You're my child my only child." she said lightly pressing her hands to my face which I leaned back from immediately. She hasn't touched my face since it happened and I wouldn't let her start now. She winced at my actions, but nodded in understanding. "You know I prayed to God that if you survived I would do right by you… and I know the drinking has made me a liar. But I have thrown it all out and if you let me… I want to have my daughter back. I want to brush your hair and tuck you in and I want to focus on you."
I stared at her for a moment unsure if I should truly believe her and I just looked around at everything but her.
"Will you take me to see Michael?" I asked and she stiffened lightly before sighing some.
"Yes. I can take you on the days I'm not working and if I can't Mrs. Myers can take you if that's okay with her." she said. I only nodded and she pulled me into a hug. I didn't know exactly how to feel and I wasn't sure if she really meant it not. But I guess there really is one way to find out.
2 weeks later
Things have been actually a lot better now for me. There was life in my mother's house. Now that my dad no longer plagued us, we went out and shopped and did things normal moms and daughters did. I continued to see Michael when I could with Deborah. Mom was too uncomfortable sitting there watching me just talk to him with my mask on.
I felt that maybe he would like that. Maybe he didn't want to be asked questions about brain stuff and how he was feeling or whatever Dr. Loomis asked him. Someone just needed to talk to him. Half of the time I didn't know what to talk about. We would both be okay in silence, but sometimes I would talk and he would just look at me and blink. I wasn't sure if he was paying attention or not.
"I miss us going to school together." I said as we both sat in the cafeteria. Dr. Loomis was watching from outside the area while Deborah and I sat with him. Two orderlies watched from the table behind us.
"Michael… your baby sister misses you." Deborah said and I smiled at her and looked at him wondering if maybe hearing about Angel would get him to talk. Michael just looked down at the table and curled his fingers together some.
"Don't you want to see her again?" I asked and Michael just kept his eyes on the table. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a picture I was allowed to bring in and give to him. It was of Michael and I at the fair together. We went about a week or so after I had met him. He and I are sitting on an old carriage with a pumpkin on both his and my leg. His arm is around me and we are smiling big.
"Dr. Loomis said I could give this you." I said and placed the picture on the table and slowly slid it to him. He didn't even look at the picture. I looked down a bit in sadness at this. Deborah just shook her head and got up quickly.
"I can't do this." she said in a weak tone and stormed out of the room. Of course, she being my ride home, I was alert and stood up now to follow. I moved around the table and immediately, a hand grips my own. I yelp in shock and the orderlies are on their feet already moving to grab Michael. But before they can, he moves his hand into his suit and pulls out a small mask and hands it to me. I was stunned at the motion, and took the mask and my plan was to observe it. But he was grabbed and immediately there was a yell and I looked up with wide eyes to see red spewing from one of the orderly's neck as I noticed some piece of metal was sticking out of his neck. He grips his neck and gasps hard. My eyes widen as I watch the scene in silence.
The other orderly is lifting Michael in the air trying to restrain his screaming for as he kicks about. A red light is flashing above my head and I don't even realize how hard I'm screaming. The back door flings open and more adults in white come rushing in with Dr. Loomis and Deborah behind them. One of the men has grabbed me and ran from the room with me. Dr. Loomis and Deborah follow and they're saying something, but I can't register it. My thighs are hot with liquid. I peed on myself. All the while, I'm just clutching something in my hand. His mask.
The recommendation was just to get me home. I'm lying down on Judith's… old bed in one of Michael's jeans, as I'm waiting for my mom to come pick me up from Deborah's house. I was wondering why she wouldn't take me home. I heard her talking to my mom.
"I think it would just be best if you come get her, Natasha. Thank you, bye."
The door of the all-white room is open, and I heard her speaking. But she never came to the room to check on me or tell me my mom was coming. I could hear crying now and I slowly sat up. Maybe I should go check on her. I moved from the bed looking down at myself. I couldn't believe I was wearing Michael's pants… and I peed on myself. I felt utter embarrassment. I moved over to the door way.
"Mrs. Myers-" But a loud bang stops me and I jump a bit at the hard noise. I just stand there as I hear Angel crying hard now. My eyes are just wide as I remain still in the door way, feeling hot liquid pour down my legs again…
8 years later