Another Michael Myers story

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Michael's POV

I Took one last look at my girl before I got shoved out the door by Loomis.
I didn't bother fighting,my will to fight has left me.
Now I'll probably never get to marry her, all because I let myself get sloppy.
When we arrived at Smiths Groove I was placed into a room much like the one I used to have.
I sat on the uncomfortable rock hard bed and put my face in my hands.
How could I let myself get so careless?
I sat there berating myself wishing to be back with Ames.
You knew it was going to lead to this and possibly you death.
But would I truly die?
Rumor has it that the only way to kill me is to use my own weapon against me.
Nobody was ever smart enough to try though.
I sat for minutes, hours or maybe days staring at the damn wall.
They hardly fed me, which didn't matter much, considering I hardly ate.

One day I had a visitor, to my delight it was Ames.
They brought her back to my room and said she only had an hour.
After the guard left us I took the few steps to reach her.
She fell into my arms in tears.
I lifted her face and wiped the tears away with my thumbs.
She gave a weak smile, oh Michael I miss you so much.
I miss you as well I whispered.
Yes!
Yes what?
To marrying you.
I picked her up and held her close.
She took off my makeshift mask I had made and kissed me.
Our kissing led to other stuff.
I was sad to see her leave when the hour was up.
I spent most my time sleeping I was too depressed to stay awake unless she was with me.

My POV

I hardly could sleep, I was so used to having Michael around.
Later that week I learned that they were trying to pull for his execution.
I was bewildered, I truly believed he could change.
I was only allowed to visit him twice a week.
We spent our time together in each other's arms.
When his trial came about I become very distraught.
What's going to happen?
Can I convince them otherwise?
I let the breath I was holding out while opening the door to the courtroom.
Here goes nothing I thought to myself.