Haddonfield Heart Soar: Michael Myers x Reader

Chapter fourteen: Healing

I cannot even begin to explain how agonizing it is to have to set up the funeral for the only two people who have ever really cared about you. The pain of picking out the caskets, the clothes they wear within their caskets, and the perfect place to lay them to rest.

"No, not red roses! Pink peonies! Tawny hated roses..." I groaned, tears pricking my eyes as I talked about preparations. "No, you listen! This was my sister and her child. I'll find business elsewhere if you can't do this." I whispered out, hanging up immediately and rubbing my eyes to hide the pained and frustrated tears streaming down from them.

Michael was standing in the doorway, his arms folded over his chest as he looked at me in concern. After days of begging, I got him to come with to Oregon. Without the mask, no one could tell who he was. He had so badly wanted to attend the funeral, but was scared to be recognized. Hours of explanation later, he had caved in to the idea.

"God, people are so damn stupid." I mumbled, slowing my breathing so the tears would no longer come out. Michael frowned softly as he saw the tears, coming over and sitting down on the couch beside me. He pulled me into his lap and hugged me tight, rubbing my back and resting his chin on my shoulder. 'It'll be okay... I promise. Everything will be fine.'

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It felt as if my heart was going to explode from the pain it felt as I watched the two beautiful caskets lower into the ground. "Tawny didn't want to be cremated... she wanted herself all in one place. That's what Jonathan believed, too." I murmured, watching the sight in agony.

All the guests had already left. Michael and I were the only ones who stood at the freshly covered graves containing two of the only people I have ever loved. "Why did they have to go?" I whispered, my voice breaking as all I could think of was Johnny's excited giggles as he came home with me, Tawny's grin as she would help the little boy finger paint at the kitchen table with Christmas cartoons playing and hot chocolate in their mugs.

Michael just hugged me tight as we stayed there, making sure I was facing him rather than the head stones decorating the ground. 'I'm so sorry, baby. I'm so, so sorry.' He murmured, letting his own eyes close so the tears threatening to slip out sat on the rim of his lids.

Michael may have only known Jonathan and Tawny for a couple years, but this was some of the only family that loved him back. I knew he was hurting just as much as me. Hell, it was his family. It hurts. God, it hurts like hell. They're gone...

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We stayed in Oregon for a couple weeks after the funeral. Taking care of Tawny's will, and honestly, just not having the motivation to pack up or do anything. There was rarely talking within the household, only brief smiles or the soft voices of some show on TV.

I felt pathetic. Completely and utterly pathetic. I felt weak for mourning for so long, but I couldn't bring myself to move on yet. Michael had once again fallen completely mute, meaning he was thinking. It had gone on for days now, and it was making me worried.

"Hey. What's on your mind?" I asked softly, the silence of the living room finally breaking me. Michael sighed softly, shaking his head. 'I don't feel any emotion whenever I'm the one killing... why is this affecting me so much?" He asked, looking to me with frustrated and desperate eyes.

I shrugged simply, looking back to him and giving a slight smile. "They loved you, and you loved them. That's all there is to it." I replied, now staring out the window as rain began to fall. Michael groaned softly, rubbing his face with his hands. 'I feel so nervous loving you, if this is the kind of pain I feel from losing someone...'

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We finally got back to Haddonfield a few days after, but Michael's words stayed stuck in my head. Scared of loving me...? He must've been hurting more than I thought. I had gotten a house once again in the small town, sighing softly as I walked into the front door. It was drizzly here, the sky dark with sheets of rain pouring down.

"I just want things to go back to normal." I mumbled, walking towards the bedroom of the house and tossing my bag down in the corner. Michael followed and repeated my actions, flopping down on the bed with a soft sigh and looking over towards me. I have a slight smile, laying down beside him and resting my head against Michael's chest. "Let's just try to get back on track." I yawned staring up to him with a small smile.

Michael nodded back in agreement, pulling me up to face level and kissing me once affectionately. I grinned slightly and kissed him back, giving a soft sigh of content as I rested my forehead against his. "We'll get through this hell... together."

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The call I got late that night was one I was hoping I'd never receive. "Why were we not invited to our daughter's own funeral?!?!" And angry voice boomed, making my blood turn ice cold and my face pale. "Oh... aunt Demmie..." I mumbled, my voice waking Michael up and making him curiously listen.

"Don't even try to make small talk. We said we were unable to make it to the funeral. Why didn't you change the time and invite us?!" She shrieked, making me flinch and shrink back slightly.

"I-I'm sorry. I already had everything scheduled and planned..." I replied softly, my voice just barely over a whisper. "Sorry isn't gonna fix not seeing my child out to rest!" She snarled in reply, making tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

"Well, Tawny never even really enjoyed her childhood because of you, Demmie." I snapped back, biting my lip as I realized what I did. "Don't even GIVE ME THAT TONE. I raised you when your dead beat parents died. Without me, you'd be dead in a dumpster! I took a painful burden from your damn parents, and unwillingly, at that!" She yelled, making my heart stop for a moment.

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That's when Michael stepped in. He knew my story, and he knew how badly her comment had hurt. He took the phone, and in a calm manner, stated Demmie's current address. "What?" She snapped in confusion, making Michael chuckle devilishly. "If you wish to continue living, I recommend you never speak to (y/n). Again. Even if you call the police, I will kill you. Slowly, and take every bit of pleasure out of it." He murmured softly, smirking as he other line went silent.

"Say yes if you understand, or I will come over now as slaughter you like a pig." Michael growled after the silence was too drawn out. "... yes... I understand..." a slow voice answered, the line immediately hanging up after that. Michael grinned softly as the line cut, setting the phone on the nightstand.

"Thank you..." I whispered, laying down beside Michael once more, my body soon ceasing its tremble of fear. "No one talks to my girl like that. Ever." He growled, holding me tight against him in a protective hug. I smiled in relief, nuzzling my face against the crook of his neck and sighing contently.

It's moment like this that remind me why I love this crazy sociopath.

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Yo. Do any of y'all want to see your character's full back story? It was only vaguely shown, but I can make a brief chapter explaining what has gone on in her life. Just comment your vote 😊

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Peace,
Maxx 🖤