Unspoken Love (MICHAEL X READER) 18+

7-Heart Ache

You jolt up awake, screaming in fear as you felt a soft blanket wrapped around you- your ears kept ringing and your heart was pumping with panic. You looked around... scanning if the man was there. You felt pain rush up to your head, feeling a bandage wrapped around your forehead. 

You looked at your hands seeing bruises from falling on the ground multiple times, your hair still damped from your recent shower. What was happening? what did you do for someone to go after you? did he patch you up?. You then turn on your radio, hearing multiple amber alarms from Haddonfield on multiple missing people. 

Was this the man who killed Leslie and Ollie? were you next? your head rushed with negative thoughts making a giant migraine move towards your brain. You were terrified, you wanted a new start and this shit happens? You fought with all your might but still managed to end up stuck... 

You got up quickly to go to the door, hoping maybe you could escape. As soon as you opened the door you bumped into a stiff chest making you gasp. You backed up in fear seeing the man holding the same kitchen knife, his navy overalls covered in flesh and blood making you scrunch your nose. He stared at you, not moving a muscle- why was he just observing you like a lab rat? what did he even want with you? 

He then closes the door behind him and walked closer to you making your eyes widen in fear, you backed up to your bedroom wall. Staying frozen in complete fear, the man didn't seem to raise his knife at you but only put a hand towards you making you flinch.

His hand slowly cupped your face which made you give him a confused look, it looked like... he was admiring you which creeped you out.

"what do you want with me? " you whispered while looking down, holding in your tears from fear. The kitchen knife was the thing that intimidated you, he had an ice-cold grip on the handle- seeing his knuckles turn literally white from how tight he was gripping it.

He noticed that you looked uncomfortable which made Michael self-conscious, you were afraid of him and he knew it... but he was so amazed to see you... to physically see you- you were beautiful and you grew up to be a young well-shaped person. The way your body was built made him want to wrap his hands around it. He didn't want this moment to end it felt like heaven for him but hell for you.

You sighed, not knowing what the killer wanted from you. The man suddenly takes your hand stiffly- what was he doing? you questioned in your mind. This was strange... he broke into your house and literally injured you yet he's being gentle with you as if he could tell that you are confused.

He traces the large scar on your palm, making you raise a brow. He tilted his head and brought his other palm which made his knife clatter on the ground. He showed you his palm next to yours. The identical scar made you tilt your head, copying his natural movement. 

"Then cut your palm of your hand, as a promise... and as a mark, for I can always find my way to you Y/N..." 

The sound of younger Michael echoed through your head. Your breath was shaky, it couldn't be him. You were told he was locked up for years- to rot away in his cell. You slowly shook your head in disbelief, this wasn't Michael- it couldn't be Michael. He was huge...and hulky.

Before you could say anything he pulled out a clumpy photo, unwrinkled it then set it between the two of your guy's palms. It was a picture of you and Michael? your glossy eyes ended up tearing up with salty tears. You looked up at Michael, your lips quivering and shaking.

"M-Michael?..." 

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You were in disbelief, he stood there- stiffly... nothing mattered at this moment. Your eyes watered and your hands shook as you held his face. Michael felt his heart become warm from how happy you looked. the disbelief of seeing the one person who you trusted the most, you weren't sure if this was fear you were feeling or happiness...

"Michael...God... this cant be r-real" you gasped with air,

"Why... why did you come back you were... in there for a reason Michael. I've missed you so much but you shouldn't have done this." your voice cracked slightly, and you sniffled while Michael shrugged. He didn't care about that, he cared about seeing you at this moment. He missed you more than he missed being normal.

Now that he's back it's so terrifying for you, you knew he was a bad person at some point... you knew he could choke you to death at any moment but he chose not to. It explains why when you hit your head he seemed incredibly panicked... that explains why he was trying to be gentle with you when he broke in but you made it hard for him because you were afraid.

"Why won't you take off that mask Michael...why aren't you speaking to me?" you said in a sad voice attempting to take it off slowly, he stopped you by holding your wrist gently but with enough strength to stop you. He shook his head slowly.

"You can't do this Michael You cant... be killing people that's not right- you... you killed Leslie and Ollie. Your killing innocent people..." you hid your face with the palm of your hands out of realization and sadness. Michael didn't speak a word to you, he didn't even move a muscle. He was different than he was before, he wasn't the same Michael you knew but knowing that he came back just for you made your heart warm when it shouldn't. 

You then notice that your phone has gone missing, which made you feel even more nervous. There was your childhood best friend right in front of you but also a whole ass murder. Your head felt extremely unwell from how much you are thinking right now. You grabbed the water bottle by your stand, drinking it slowly to release the dehydration you had.

Out of the blue, Michael grabbed his knife making your heart drop. He got up and headed out of the door, making you run toward him. grabbing the sleeve of his overalls, he turned slowly towards you. 

"Please... don't."This was incredibly wrong and both of you knew it.

"You've grown... a lot Michael-" you looked up at him, He shrugged once again but stayed stiffly. He could say the same for you, you were outstanding... your body made him feel these different types of emotions in his head which lead him to just daze off about it. Your soft lips and your beautiful eyes were breathe taking for him, you were as beautiful as when he lost you on that day.

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"Uhm... so can I ask why are you not speaking..." you said while he walked back into your room and sat on your bed. He followed right after you as he set down his knife but grabbed the notebook and pen that was on your dresser. He began to write in an aggressive way making you raise a brow.

"No point."

His handwriting was sharp and slightly curved with a messy look to it, you slowly nodded and wondered how long he has lasted not speaking. was Dr. Loomis looking for him? was he still receiving therapy after this long? If you were being honest, coming into Haddonfield and the first thing you see is a book that is planted all over stores with Michaels's young face on it. "The devil's eyes" was the stupidest title you've ever even seen, knowing that Loomis made money off of Michael's mental health and actions made your stomach turn.

You were afraid and uncomfortable but at the same time, you felt glad that Michael returned to you. After all these years of you crying yourself to sleep and screaming in your pillow out of frustration because of how bad your reputation or your mental health has gotten. You could barely even brush your teeth or feed yourself due to how hard it was on you.

This was on you though, you made a promise to your own best friend yet a literal serial killer. There was no way in hell that things are going to get any better at least you still have him by your side. Michael felt satisfied with how you two are with each other right now, he couldn't ask for more.