Small Gestures Will Stick ~ Michael Myers x Reader ~

Chapter 8 - My Purple Pocketknife

TW: mentions of rape

Last night was something else, but not in a good way... When you finally began to stir awake the next morning, you were a little disappointed when you didn't see Michael still at the end of your bed. You cursed yourself silently for feeling bad he was gone. He was a killer. Why would you- you digress.

You sat up and looked at the spot he once sat in and wondered to yourself when or where he went. You wondered if he was sleeping somewhere else and if so, where. Your curiosity to where this giant killing machine was at currently left your mouth with a weird taste.

He wasn't a friend per se, but you were naturally a curious person. Yea, that was it.

You got up and stretched then decided to head downstairs for a well-deserved breakfast. As you descended the stairs you were shocked when you found your living room cleaned up. Your eyes were wide as they swept across the floor that was littered with blood and broken glass just the night before.

The night before.

You felt a twinge in your stomach remembering what happened and you could feel tears prick at your eyes from within. You couldn't believe it actually happened. You knew living as a woman was dangerous as it seemed men were always out to hurt women, but for some reason, you didn't think you'd join the 98% so young.

You let a single tear fall down your cheek before quickly wiping it away. Being a woman sucks sometimes, but it also has its ups sometimes too.

You had a new sour taste in your mouth after thinking about it, you checked to see if your doors were locked. You didn't know if they'd ever try to come back, but you wanted to be prepared if so. After eating a bowl of cereal, you decided to look around for anything that could be used as a weapon to defend yourself. You had an old baseball bat in your storage from when you were younger. You didn't play softball anymore, so you had no idea why you kept it, but you were thanking yourself right now for doing so.

You set the bat next to the staircase for easy access, but you wanted another weapon that was smaller so you could carry it when you were out.

The two times you were assaulted, it was when you were out of your house, so you looked around for maybe a small pocketknife. You didn't own any guns because you didn't want to, so you scrounged for something else.

At last, you found an old pocketknife you got at a festival many years ago, but a pocketknife, nonetheless. You picked it up and looked at the little handle. It was mostly silver with a pretty purple design on the side. You remembered why you picked it.

You pushed the little button to send the blade up and it was a very simple knife shape. Nothing too fancy and it would definitely get the job done.

You blew off some dust from it and put the blade back into the handle part and shoved it into your bag. You had an afternoon shift today and although you desperately didn't want to go, you should.

You were scared that they would follow or someone else would harass you, but this time you felt prepared. You had a weapon for defense and a murderous frien- ... guy. That would kill too. For you? Most likely not, but he had before, and he may again? You shook your head for trying to justify it.

After a mainly quiet morning, it was time to leave for work. Your heart was racing, scared you'd see the woman or the man again. You didn't know their names, but it couldn't mean any less to you at this point. After checking out the windows to see if she was outside her house, you finally left and speed-walked out the house and to your job.

The door chimed as you walked through the door of the music shop you worked at.

"Hey girl how ya been" Kennedy chipped when she saw you from behind the counter.