Michael Myers's little sister

Permission to go to camp

Time jump

I had been at the hospital for over six months. Charity hadn't kept her promise. She never came to visit me. Daddy had tried to visit but was told that due to my current mental condition I was no longer allowed visitor. I sighed no one cared about me. No one except Michael and Freddy. At least I could visit Freddy in my dreams.

"Perhaps it would be in Catherine's best interests to be sent to a summer camp." One of the doctor's suggested one day.

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea." The doctor in charge of the ward replied.

"Why not? It's been proven that Catherine isn't a threat to herself or to others. Her childish behavior when stressed is harmless. We can't legally keep her here any longer.  We've proven that the charges against her were false."

"She should deserve a chance to be a normal teenager. We could send her to the camp that my younger sister is working at for the summer camp Crystal lake or something"

"That doesn't sound like its around here." The Doctor replied with a frown.

"It's not, it's located in New Jersey." The nurse replied.

"Are you telling me that you want to send one of our wards to a camp in another state?" The head doctor demanded somewhat shocked.

"It's not like she hasn't been in another state before." The nurse replied shrugging her shoulders.

"Absolutely not! She is not leaving this facility and that's the end of it!" The doctor replied.

"Perhaps we should leave that decision up to her legal guardian." The nurse replied.

"She doesn't have one." The doctor replied barely looking up from his paperwork.

"I was under the impression that her foster father is the Chief of police. I'm fairly sure he won't mind."

"Fine you can contact him. Not that I'm sure it will do any good. He never comes to see her and her sister hardly ever visits either." The doctor replied.

"That's because they were told she wasn't allowed visitors. It's worth a try." The nurse replied as she headed for the nearest phone. "Is this the Seaweather residence?"

"Who is asking?" Came the voice of a young women.

"This is Nurse Maria from Westin Hospital is Mr. Seaweather home?"

"Please hold. Daddy, there's a nurse on the phone from the Hospital." Charity called.

"Why are they calling our house? I'm not donating to them if that's why they are calling. I don't donate over the phone." My previous foster father replied.

"My father told me to tell you we never donate over the phone." Charity replied.

"Oh my no, we'd never ask for money donations over the phone. I'm calling concerning his daughter Catherine." Maria replied.

"Dad they are calling about Catherine." Charity replied.

"Why are they contacting me? I'm not her legal guardian anymore. I haven't been her guardian since the day the two of you ran away to live with that Witch and her millionaire husband."

"I'm sorry dad that was my idea. I was worried that the next time you were drunk you might wind up killing Catherine. You almost beat her to death the last time."

My foster father sighed once more. "Yes, I know. I am ashamed of my behavior. I should have never treated her the way I did. I never should have blamed her for what happened."