I saw the knife. I thought he was going to kill me for sure.
Not wanting to know what would happen next I buried my face in the floor and covered my head. I was sobbing uncontrollably. People, memories, my life, everything flashed before my eyes. I sat there waiting, but nothing came. I looked up and he was gone. I was going crazy for sure at this point.
Going crazy was the least of my worries though. I heard the front door close, and banging around. It sounded like he was putting things away in the kitchen. I tried to crawl back onto the bed before he got back. I was unsuccessful. I pretended to be passed out again.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He asked infuriated. I just laid there lifeless. He picked me up and saw I was 'passed out'.
Instead of putting me on the bed I felt him carry me. I felt my body being set on cold tile. I heard the shower start. He was ripping my clothes off again. He lightly rubbed his hand up and down my body. It gave me the chills. I couldn't see it, but I felt his smile. He lifted me and put me in the shower. I just lay there, and he started talking.
"You know how long I've been planning this?" he started, acting like he'd get a response. "Eight months now. I found this abandoned house, and remodeled it a little. Everyone warned me of this place, but I didn't listen." I felt soap and a wash cloth running over my body now. It hurt as he tried to scrub away the blood. When he was done he traced every single one of my cuts. I tried so hard not the flinch, but it hurt so bad.
He put his hand in-between my thighs. He drew circles on them. He went up my thighs till he hit his destination. It hurt so bad as he rammed his fingers into me. I couldn't hold it anymore. I started to scream in pain. This made his happy and slam harder.
Now that my eyes were open I could see that he was naked to, and I could see his now growing friend. I cried even more knowing what was going to come next. All of it was torture at this point.
"Please," I whimpered, "please stop." He just laughed.
He took his fingers out. I closed my eyes and prayed he'd hit me till I passed out, but he didn't, not this time. This time he got into the shower and got on top of my nearly dead body. He put his lips to my ear. "I want you awake for this," he said sickly, "I want you to feel the pleasure. I want you to know that you will enjoy. I want you to then realize you will never leave."
I got sicker and sicker with every word he said. I started to go into my own world again.
The man in the mask crossed my mind. Why did this town sound so familiar? Why did he look familiar? Then it hit me. Michael Meyer. I remembered the legend and about Halloween. Then I realized it was October 27th, and Halloween was only 4 days away. My eyes widened even more when I realized I wasn't seeing hallucinations. It was really him; so why didn't he kill me. Part of me wanted him to.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when I was getting slammed into harder and harder. "Please stop!" I begged. He grabbed me by the hair and slammed my head against the edge of the tub. I would feel the warm blood coming from my head, I could see it as it started circling around us. Slowly I started to slip into an unconscious state. As I was doing so I saw him looking at us. I tried to reach out to him, and in a quiet voice I said, "Help me." Then I was gone, again.
A/N: Sorry these chapters aren't long. We'll get to the good stuff eventually. Please review and give me a little advice on how I should continue. This isn't easy stuff to write.