15 years pass and you never saw Michael ever again.. you moved on by the time you turned 11 but your memories are still deep about him. Your heart moved on as well as you fell for another guy who you aren't sure won't last forever but you don't care.. do you..? He's your first boyfriend, not your first crush.. like Michael
You wake up as your boyfriend disappears once again for work. What's up with him? You ignore it and head to the kitchen. You look in the fridge and grab leftovers. You sit and watch the news as you look at the time on your phone and prepare to settle your day. Your pet cat climbs on the couch and meows. "What's wrong Tora?" She sits next to you as she digs her claws into your legs calmly. You grab her and place her on your lap as you pet her. "You know I've been thinking.. I haven't really did anything ever since I graduated." You spoke to the cat. "Maybe I should try doing what I did before, yeah I will I'm going to." You look down to see your cat Tora looking at you in confusion. "Okay get off" you gently grab her and place her down. You grab your car keys and head to the roads to see what activity you could do.
You pass by a book store and decide to park and check it out. You head into the store and pass by the aisles. You stop and notice a title that has a familiar name. You grab the book. Michael Myers Documentary. Your heart dropped. You heard the name again. Michael myers. You were excited but a photo of what appears to be him in handcuffs show in the title. You felt weird, this wasn't normally what you'd expect. You decided to buy the book and you headed in your car. You turn it on and start the AC while you read the book. You were only 1 minute in and you already saw a photo of a dead animal. You slammed the book closed. You felt sick to your stomach. You continued reading and you read more and more about him. You were speechless. Michael wasn't a suspicious person to you, he was.. you started your car when someone appeared in your window scaring you. "BOO!" You yelped and sighed. You lowered your window
"What the hell Winston!" Your boyfriend opens your car door. "Sorry baby, I just felt the need to hop in I've been through hell back there." You rolled your eyes "Hell through where? Where even were you?" He ughed.. "I was at work I managed to see you here and I hopped in chill" he looked away piled with sweat and a messy outfit. Your heart cracks into a piece as your mind starts to overthink. "What's this?" He grabs the book and opens it "Woah, babe are you a psycho?" He laughed "No I'm not I just found it interesting" he giggled "Interesting? I have to watch out for you" some of you felt insulted but you tried to keep yourself calm.
You drive home and head inside whilst holding the book in your hand. You lay in bed as Winston took a shower. His phone vibrates and you debate on whether you should grab it or not. You pick it up and answer. "Hey Winston~" the woman on the other line flirtatiously says. "Winston? Ugh come on, you keep doing this every Sunday." Your heart dropped and you hung up. Tears began to form and your heart rose up to speak for itself. You felt hopeless. You decided it was time for him to go. You patiently wait for Winston to exit the bathroom and as he did you spoke your mind. "Winston are you serious?" He looked at you confused "What?" You tried to keep yourself calm "You're fucking cheating on me!?" He rolled his eyes and continued walking away. "Why? Why couldn't you just end it already instead of hurting me more? Do you enjoy it? Do you!?" You snapped "Yes, as a matter of fact I do. I love seeing you fucking cry like a little bitch every time." He laughed. You felt the sting of offense. You just walked to the other room "Yeah, shut up about it." You cried. You loved him too much to even let him go. You sat on the couch.
The devil and angel on your shoulder. The bad side telling you to give him karma and regret cheating on you and the good telling you to leave from the toxic relationship and don't fuss anymore. You had already in mind what you wanted to do. The next day came and your boyfriend was gone. You noticed he just went somewhere his stuff still there. You went to the living room and read the book. "Michael.. oh Michael." You opened the book. Already on the first page your jaw dropped. "This couldn't be the Michael from my childhood?" You whispered. You read both pages and flipped it to be greeted with a photo of a massacred body. You closed the book fast. You get sick to your stomach.
