{Dr.Loomis' P.O.V}
I was leaning over my messy home desk I started to write down "Ever since Michael was brought back to the sanatorium after attacking his younger sister Angle or Laurie. He seems to be mentally fighting with himself. Considering how I've been seeing him fidget more and more around me in my office. Like a child would when they're too scared to ask a question. I also noticed that whenever he's been given permission to go outside [which is very very rare for Michael to get, also hi just giving context] he sits down under the old oak tree in the middle of the courtyard and spaces out?" Sighing I stretch my back out reaching my arms in the air, as i give a satisfying groan popping my back in the process. Slumping back into my seat, I reach my arm over to my empty coffee cup to take a sip only to realize that it's empty. I took hold of it and got out of my chair. I then walk into my kitchen, and set the empty cup into the sink, "I'll clean it later" I comment to myself walking to my bedroom to resign for the rest of the night.
{Michael's P.O.V}
I silently sigh to myself holding the slightly bloodied knife I stole off my dinner tray "What if I just end all of this?" I think to myself looking at my gaushed bloodied arms. "Come on Michael~ You know this isn't doing anything~ You can't feel pain~~"
~A/N~
Yo readers sorry that it's such a short beginning, don't worry the first chapter will be longer.
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His Broken Mind
AcakWhat if Michael Myers was hurting himself in the sanatorium? What if Michael starts to talk? What if Michael stoped killing his family? How about you find out ;] I don't own any of the characters in this story, the character's are from the movie fr...
