Chapter Three: Memorial Day
I was confused. It was Halloween, my birthday. I walked to the local cemetery. Mom was out with Ian doing who knows what. When I got there, I sifted through almost a mile of graves until I found the right one.
It was black marble and read: Michael Myers
Nothing kind, or anything. It's truly sad when I think about it. He probably couldn't help it. He was insane right? I wouldn't know. He might have done it for fun. If so, then maybe he doesn't even deserve a grave.. I sure hope he was just crazy.
I'm not a bad person, and most of the time a male's genes dominate female's genes, so he mustn't have been bad either, just….wrong. Wrong in the head. Hopefully that gene didn't get me. I touched the gravestone. It was cold. Cold with hate and anger.
I whispered to the grave in front of me, "Were you crazy Dad? You weren't a bad person Dad, don't listen to them…"
I took my hand off of the grave. I turned and walked away. When I got home I saw my mother standing in the kitchen. She looked angry, and afraid.
"Where the hell did you get this?" She raised her hand, which was holding the mask from the package I received.
"Ummm…I…" I couldn't think of any excuses, not like she'd believe me anyway.
"Don't you fucking lie to me!" I could tell she was angry. "Do you know what this is?"
I stuttered a bit and responded, "A mask?"
She groaned and threw the mask in the trash. "Your father was a murderer, I don't want to know how you got a hold of that mask, but I do know that you need to let this go, ok?"
I nodded slowly and walked out of the room. Apparently my mother didn't know how to stay away from my room. I had that mask in my top dresser drawer.
That night, it was hard for me to sleep. Every time I'd get to sleep, the neighbors damn dog would wake me up. Birthdays suck when you're me.
The fourth time tat the fucking dog woke me up, I decided to give up on sleep. I grabbed the letter that my "father" supposedly sent me.
Something wasn't right. He was dead. I saw his grave. There's no way he could be alive. The police gunned him down. I'd ask his sister, but she OD'd three years back. I wouldn't give up until I knew the truth.
Don't you just hate when your supposedly dead serial killer father sends you his mask, and your Looney Toon mother throws it away in a fit of rage? I know I do. Well, more chapters coming later tonight, R/R Please, Zach.