Sam snuggled closer into her warm pillow only to have it grunt.
Wait a second… pillows don't grunt. Or move up and down.
Sam opened her eyes and looked up to see Michael staring down at her. His eyes were completely emotionless. Sam met his gaze with her own. She had never noticed how dark his eyes were: they were borderline black. Sam found herself getting lost in the dark glow of the endless pools of his black eyes. Michael blinked causing Sam to snap out of her daze.
"When did you get back last night?" Sam asked wiggling back so she wasn't so close to him.
He shrugged his shoulders and sat up. Sam watched him as he looked off towards the walls seemingly in his own world.
Michael hated it when he fell asleep. He always had nightmares whenever he allowed himself to drift off, which is why he tried to avoid sleep as much as possible. Last night he dreamt of his parents. It started out fine, just old memories, but then quickly spiraled into a blood-fest as he brutally killed them.
He had loved his parents at one point, he just couldn't remember when.
"Michael…" The girl gently touched his arm. He turned to look at her. Her eyes held an emotion Michael had never seen directed at him. He stood up and moved towards the door.
Sam was worried about Michael. He had an odd look in his eyes. She let her hand slip from his arm as he stood. He moved to the door then stopped and waited for Sam. She quickly got up and followed behind him.
He led her down the stairs and into the kitchen. More food was waiting for her, which she happily began eating. As usual Michael just watched her. When she was done she looked up at Michael who was still staring.
"Are you alright?" Sam asked her captor. He continued to stare without any sign that he had heard her. Sam got up some courage and moved closer to the killer, who was acting stranger than usual. She touched his arm and asked him again if he was all right.
This time he grabbed her wrist in a vice like grip. Sam yelped and tried to pull away only to have Michael tighten his grip. Sam looked at Michael and saw that his eyes were filled with rage. She started to panic and pull harder on her wrist. Michael's free hand found her throat and with little effort raised her off the floor. Sam's panic turned to outright fear for her life.
He slammed her frail body against the wall behind her. His hand released her wrist and joined the other around her throat. He was crushing her neck preventing her from screaming or breathing. Sam's nails dug into Michael's wrist and her legs kicked out. Nothing seemed to affect him. Every move Sam made strained her now burning lungs.
"Michael…" Sam whispered as her arms fell to her sides and her legs stopped thrashing about.
Michael heard his name being called. The voice sounded so far away, but it was familiar. He tried to place the voice, but the name of its owner continued to elude him. He looked up into the face of the girl who he did not recognize and yet at the same time he knew exactly who she was. She was pretty and her bright red hair matched her gray eyes nicely. Her eyes… They held fear and panic and at the same time they held sadness and concern. He had seen that look before.
But where… He thought. I should know this person.
"Michael…"
That voice again, it sounds so familiar. Why can't I remember?
He forced himself to concentrate on the voice
That voice… it almost sounds like Sam.
Suddenly everything rushed back to him as Michael released the girl and she fell to the floor.
Sam inhaled as best she could, while holding her bruised throat. The air burned her lungs and forced her to cough. She looked up at Michael. He looked confused, worried and sorry, but Sam didn't care. He had tried to kill her for absolutely no reason.
Michael reached down and tried to help her up, only to have his hand slapped away. With every breath she took in, Michael could hear Sam wheeze and then she would cough. He felt guilty for what he had done. He hadn't realized what he was doing until he let her go. He looked into her eyes and saw the hatred that she had for him. Letting his head fall, Michael moved to the front of the house and opened the door. Without looking at her he went up the stairs and into his room.
Sam stood up still clutching her neck. As she moved to the open door, fresh air reached her lungs. Two days away from the world made her crave it even more. Without looking back, she exited the Myers' residence and started down the sidewalk to her house.