Part 1
Y/N POV:
I walked inside my house to be greeted with my dad passed out on the couch with beer bottles surrounding him. I let out a sigh if relief, I'm grateful he is passed out. Normally when I get back from school he beats me until he is satisfied. I walked upstairs to my room dropping my backpack next to my door. I went layed down on my bed taking, I put my hand in my pocket and took out a picture. It was a picture of my mom, dad, and I. I was 5 and we were at the beach, we all looked so happy. My mom died when I was 7 and my dad always blamed me for her death. I kissed the photo placing it on my desk that was beside my bed. I looked outside my window to see it getting dark, I walked, got some clothes from my drawer and walked to the bathroom. The bathroom was all messed up, the mirror was broken and the tile was dirty and cracked. My dad never really bought anything for me or the house, that's why everything in this house is shit.
I stripped myself and looked in the mirror, my arms, legs, and back were covered in scars and bruises. My body ached but I was already used to it, I went into the shower. I got out after 20 minutes and went to bed. I sighed closing my eyes. I woke up to the sun in my face, I looked at the clock to see it being 6:30 am, I got school at 7:45 so I have time. I got dressed, grabbed my backpack, and went downstairs. My dad was no where to be seen which im happy of. I didn't get anything to eat because we don't really have food here, plus I'm used to not eating much. I walked down the street to see Halloween decorations on every house, I forgot it was Halloween to be quite honest. I don't really celebrate holidays, plus I'm not a big fan of them. I walked to school and saw everyone dressed up, I saw the school's sluts dressed up in revealing clothing. I'm not surprised.
I walked down the hallways and attended my classes. All my classes were painfully slow, it finally was time to leave and I quickly bolted out of that hell hole. As I was walking home I bumped into someone, I looked up to see Tiffany. She is the most "popular" girl at school and the biggest slut. Her minions were beside her on both sides. Her face was caked with makeup and was wearing barley anything.
"Look at what the cat dragged in, an ugly freak who never talks." Her and minions laughed like hyenas.
I looked down trying to ignore them, I felt a pull on my hair causing me to look at her.
"I'm talking to you freak!! No wonder why your dad abuses you, your a waste of space." She slapped me across the face.
I grabbed her hand twisting it, her eyes grew wide and she screamed. I pushed her to the ground, her minions looked at me scared. They backed away in fear. Tiffany got up and ran away and so did her minions. I chuckled softly, fucking pussies. I arrived home and dropped my bag down at the door. My dad wasn't home thank God, I went to the fridge and saw rotten milk and molded cheese. Looks like I'm not eating again, I let out a sight and walked to the living room. I sat down on the beat up couch and turned on the TV, I turned on the news.
"Michale Myers the famous serial killer just escaped from the Smith's Grove Sanitarium. Eveyone be on the lookout and be careful, he is dangerous."
I listened with interest, I never heard of this Michale Myers and I honestly could care less. My blood went cold when I heard the front door open, I immediately turned off the TV and tried leaving the living room.
"Where do you think your going slut?" My fathers voice filled the room, he was obviously drunk. He could barley stand and could barley form a sentence. His eyes were red and it seemed as though he didn't sleep for days. He walked closer to me chasing me to back away. He threw the beer bottle he had in his and and threw it at me, causing me to get cut with the glass. I felt the glass pierce through my skin and it felt as though fire was burning me. I didn't feel the pain because it was replaced with fear.
"YOU FUCKING USLESS ITS YOUR FAULT YOUR MOTHER DIED!!" His eyes were full of anger and his voice was laced with venom.
He kicked me in the stomach causing me to fall down, he continued hitting me. I felt the bruises and cuts form on my skin form. I then heard him scream out in pain. I looked up to see my dad with wide eyes, I looked at him confused. He then fell on me and I felt a wet substance on me. I looked to see a knife through my dad's back, I pushed my dad off of me and instantly got up. I saw a tall black figure Standing in front of me but it was hard to see them because of the darkness. The figure was tall too, they were taller than 6ft. They slowly walked closer to me and I took a step back, the person had a white mask with brown hair, and a blue jump suit. They tilted their head at me as I glared at them.
"Who are you?" I asked as I tried to find a way to escape.
They were silent, I looked at them and my eyes then saw the bloody knife they had in their hands. Blood was on their hands and it looked as though there was blood on their clothes too. My eyes meet with their eyes and I made a run for it, I felt a pull at my wrist and I spun around. I tried to stab them but they grabbed my other wrist causing me to drop the knife. I kicked them in the stomach but they didn't bulge, I tried kicking them again but they caught my leg. They caught my leg and pulled me up. Before I could fall and hit my head then grabbed my other leg placing both my legs around the strangers waist. My hands were pinned above my head and I tried getting out. The man pushed me against the wall and I began to panic. I felt a cold hand caresse my cheek, his cold skin touched my hot skin. It felt nice for some odd reason. I looked up to see the strangers beautiful blue eyes, they remind of the sky. I suddenly felt something hit my head, my vision was now black. I entered darkness not knowing what the man was going to do with me.
