ʂɛŋɬ ʄཞơɱ ɧɛƖƖ || Michael Myers ¤ Reader ¤ Laurie Strode

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{Hell had Opened}

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- 4buse(not reader receiving) -
- M^rders & V1olence-
- Possibly Mental Illness -
- Ultra Hallucinations/Illusions -
I will update more soon

If you are uncomfortable with all the things above. I suggest you do not read this chapter or the possible future chapters of the book.
If you are still willing to read and read the disclaimer. Then read at your own risk. I already warned you, don't blame me if you're triggered by this book.

The (h/c) child was hiding in her room. Her hands covered her ears while they were sitting on the floor, their eyes went numb and blank as the yelling and hitting outside the room were not completely blocked by the wall separating that was them away from the fight outside the room. A girl, who was a teenager and slightly older than the child. Was crying and begging while a man, who was her father. Pulled on her hair and hits him countless times, while the woman who was in the kitchen, was supposed to be the helpless teenager's mother. Didn't even bother to help her daughter and only focus on the breakfast.

The abuse of the father to his daughter didn't last long. He scoffs angrily and went to the kitchen after releasing his anger on his daughter, who was whimpering in pain as she curled up into a ball on the ground, shaking in pain and fear. Even though this was not the first time, she would never get used to the physical and verbal abuse from her father, and the neglect from her mother.

She tried her best to stand up, she tried to keep on her balance as she walked to a door and knocks on the door softly. And the one, who was able to keep the teenager sane opened the door. It was the (h/c) child who was hiding in their room before. But this time, their once blank eyes were filled with sparkles and visible concerns is all written over the child's face. The teenager just smiles softly at her little sibling.
The girl hisses in pain as the younger one helped her to walk into the room. The younger child immediately went to a drawer and found the first aid kit from it. They handed the first aid kit to their older sister, she smiles and places her shaking and bruised hands on her little sibling's head, ruffling their (h/c) hair gently.

"Thank you, (Y/n). You're the only one who would give a real family love with warmth in than anyone this shitty household."
But then your sister quickly covers her mouth when she finishes the last part, while you just tilt your head at her innocently.
"Sorry, (Y/n)... Shouldn't say that kind of word in front of-"
But then she flinched at the stinging pain from her bruises and other injuries that her father caused her. (Y/n), the child quickly perks their head up to her, staring at their older sister worriedly.

"(S/n)... Okay?... "

(S/n) = Sister's Name

The child said in a soft but hoarse voice. (S/n) just smiles at her little sibling, she holds their cheeks gently and places her forehead against theirs.
"As long as you're with me, I will still have the last bit of courage to live. "
She said before giving (Y/n) a platonic kiss on their forehead. And then she heard her mother calling her name outside the room. She let out a heavy sigh as she mumbles a goodbye to (Y/n) and then walks out of the room to rush off to the kitchen. As (S/n) leaves, the child's eyes went blank again. The sparkle was replaced with a stoic and void-like stare as if they would and can stare into anyone's soul.
(Y/n) peeks their head out of the door of the room.

"We need some eggs, meats, vegetables, and milk that are needed for lunch later. You know what to do, dear. "
The mother said to her daughter, didn't even bother to glance at her. (S/n) didn't say anything though, she just nodded with a silent sigh, and then she went to her room to change her clothes, getting ready to buy the ingredients for her parents. (Y/n) took a deep breath through their nose. Without noticing that they're gripping so hard onto the wooden door that it breaks a little.

(Y/n) stops peeking and then she closes her door and stays in her room. Her wall has many papers of her drawings glued onto it, but most of the drawings are either scribbled messily with a red crayon. Or possibly gore arts with dead animals. But only one drawing is normal and was in the middle of the scribbled gory arts. It was a drawing of their sister, (S/n). They didn't even flinch as a loud gunshot rang through their ear.

They just stands up and went to the window. It's some Hunter's going out hunting again, you always hear the gunshot and cheers from the hunters whenever they got their prey. Which makes you wonder how would the animals look when the bullet flies through their body, and blood spilled out of the holes that the bullet made in their body. (Y/n) would imagine them either dying instantly or struggling against death, but it's hopeless and those animals would always face death in the end anyway.

(Y/n) went to the window. And then she saw something that made their almost-lifeless eyes widen. The deer was right on the ground, blood pooled underneath it. It was struggling in pain, but the hunter just went to the helpless deer and dragged them away. The child watches as the deer has no more strength to struggle against the hunter. They watch the blood dragged alongside the bleeding-to-death deer, their eyes didn't blink, just locking their eyes right on the hunter and the deer until they're completely out of sight. At the same time, (Y/n) heard the front door slam. (S/n) has already out to buy the ingredients that their mother had told them to buy.

The child just standing in their room, frozen up in a place as they turn their head to the wall. The drawing of her sister was zooming in, (Y/n) could feel like blood is filling up her room slowly as they were spilled out of the scribbled gory drawing that the child themselves made. But the child suddenly starts running towards the drawing of their sister. They grabbed the paper drawing of their sister and then hugs it tightly onto their chest. And then they turned around as the wave of blood splashed onto their back.
Their eyes were blank, but they didn't stop protecting the drawing of their sister that they are holding tightly onto their chest. They don't feel scared or get crept out by this. They are motivationless, all they only know is to protect the drawing of their sister. Horrified cries and screams rang in the child's ears, their (f/c) dress was stained with blood. There is even blood on their face. But they didn't react, or even bother to think about it-

"I'm back with the- ... (Y/n)?... (Y/n)?! What the hell happened- ... Oh my God. "

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