Love, Michael {Reworking Process}

|Chapter 21|

Darkness. That's all I could see. The sound of an cardiovascular monitor was heard and the strong smell of medicine entered my nose. I was certain, that I was in a new environment, since the strong odour of cow shit, which came from a nearby farm, no longer excited. I pushed the strength of my numb bones, up to my eyes. I could open them only a bit, though it was enough to see, that I was in some sort of hospital room. The walls where blank, grey was painted against the wall, which casts a rather depressing aura. The floor was nothing special, though I took notice of some holes, in the corner of the said Room. A perfect home for some poisonous rats. How appetizing.

There was a small window, some light is shining into the room, and the vision of grey turns to black. An old table with a matching chair is in front of the rather small window. You could practically see the dust dancing on it and flowing to various directions. Nothing more entertaining was here, except the bed I'm in. I sigh. I slowly tried to get up, my head was arching though and made things a lot more difficult. I eventually managed to sit up straight, giving me a different ankle of the Room, though I had to realize, that it remained a depressing
shity Room.

The door was opened, and a man has entered through it. It was Dr.Loomis, the man who has kidnapped me back from Michael. His cold eyes met mine for a split second, though a heartwarming smile took over his thin lips.

"How are we feeling, hm?" He questioned as he struts towards me with papers in his hand.

"Could be better, if I am being honest." I answer. He nods his head, reading the papers thoughtfully, before his attention was on me.

"Can you remember, how you got here?" His feet carried him to the old table, while he spoke.

"Of course."

Samuel grasps a hold on the chair, dragging him across the floor, causing rather unpleasant noises. He hummed a tone, though I must admit, I didn't feel that comfortable around this man.
The chair came to an hold, so did the doctor. His eyes were locked with mine, the smile never left his lips. His grasp on the object loosen, resulting the chair to fall back on its feet. I shrieked, my eyes lowered themselves.

So...(Y/n)..." he began to say, as he proceeded to sit down on the old chair "...how was it?"

"How was what...?" I questioned confused and raise an eyebrow at the doctor. 

"To live with Michael, of course!" His enthusiasm was kinda creepy.

"Ok? I guess?" My statement comes more out as a questionable answer, than a solid one. Loomis took notice of my uncertainty, his fingers grasped the pen, which was in one of his pockets.

"Hm." Was the only answer I received, though he was writing a lot on the paper.

"Where am I?" I had the sudden urge to know, where I was held.

"At my Sanitarium."

"Wait. In your what?" I was confused.

"You heared me. You're at the Smith's Grove Sanitarium. This is the place, where I used to help Michael." The doctor explains to me, as his hands gestures around the room I was in.

"Well, It didn't help really now, did it? He didn't change, in fact, I believe he got even crazier, than he already was in the first place."

Loomis rolled his eyes at me. I knew just from his whole body language, that he was clearly uncomfortable or uninterested in what I had to say. Like he knows him better than anyone else.

"You wouldn't understand it. We made progress. The problem, why he has gone mad again, is you, (Y/n)." His eyes were stone cold as he glances at my direction.

"Me?" I gasped "How can this be my fault?!"

This man must be a lunatic himself, if he believes, that this is all my fault. He should consider being a patient in the Sanitarium as well.

"You ARE the problem, because Michael is obsessed with you." His voice got a little louder and his once so calm persona changed. He points at my chest, his eyes focused on mine. "A part of Michael lives inside of you."

I began to laugh. This man really is crazy.

"Ever considered being a comedian? It would suit you." I say laugh, while I tried to hold my tears back.

"This isn't funny!" He roars and jumped onto his feet. The sudden outburst made me shriek. Eventually the Room got quiet and I did not dare to speak.

"Do you think this is some sort of joke?!" Loomis yells as his hands flew up to the air. He eventually got to a window and points to some direction outside. "There is a man out there, who kills people without mercy and he is on his way to YOU."

His feet hit the ground louder as he proceeded to walk straight to my small figure.

"He will kill even more, after his arrival. That's all because he can't let go of the past. He can't let go of you. He will come, to collect his precious rose."

"..." I wasn't sure, if I wanted to interrupt him.

"He will come." Loomis got a bit quieter. Almost as if he was defeated, excepting his fate. He kneels down to me. Just then I could see his facial expression. He was broken.
"And let's be honest, (Y/n), you'd never be able to love him. Would you?"

My eyes widen at his question. The thought of Loving Michael made me shiver. A part of me loves him, though the actions and our past weren't agreeing in the fullest. The man I once knew wasn't existing anymore. Michael was long gone, simply not there anymore. He kills people. Doesn't feel any remorse. And still. Still a part of me remembers the little things we shared. Even though he killed people, he treated me differently. He was listening hours after hours after hours, when I need someone to talk to. He just sat there. His eyes focused on mine and just listened. He was there for me, and just for a teny tiny second I thought, that he was the guy I once knew. That all those things never happened and that he and I were just trapped in this happy moment forever. Though, I wasn't sure, if I started to gain feelings for him. Was I in Love? In Love with a crazed man, who enjoys to kill others to please his mind? Or was I feeling pity. Pity for a lost soul, who has nothing left except me? I had to make my mind up. I had to decide.