Halloween: A new patient (Michael Myers x oc)

Home is a feeling not a place

Every morning I wake up the same. Hoping it would just happen, that I could just leave. My life is great but never how I envisioned it three years ago. I guess this is what my parents meant by 'living a life you amounted to.'
Living in Haddonfield, Illinois for only a year makes me itch. Yet I find the littlest things to turn it around. I've got my birds, some friends at the publishing offices, and that high school girl I keep company next door. As for work being a personal assistant for now a close friend; Jane Pelts has let me take a leave to pursue an internship that I will finally begin today.

Of all days to be late to also, I almost forgot to brush my damn teeth. Gathering my needed things, I zoomed down the roads. Along the way I got lost thinking as to how going from a personal assistant to a secretary has anything to help becoming an artist. Maybe just isn't my time? Publishing was another hope but I wasn't getting anywhere just being an assistant. Hopefully this change can be a great excitement. The long drive makes it end at a gate with a sign labeled: Smith's Grove Sanitarium. I felt the first day jitters, I hope Dr. Loomis is an understanding man given I'm ten minutes late.

Not giving a second thought to how cruddy my parking is. I grab my needed work utensils and run in.

God help me.

Running in like a crazy person to my boss's secretary office- that is now my work zone. I peer over the corner and there he was.

"This isn't a good presentation for yourself on a first day Ms. Anderson." I grimaced hoping he wasn't in yet.

"Good morning Dr. Loomis, I'm so, so sorry. I know a secretary should be prepared before the boss is." I rustled through my bag for a binder.

"But your papers are organized as how you asked them to be last week." I hold the binder out to show I wasn't completely unprepared. He smiled slowly to show it was made okay.

"Thank you my dear. I'm sure the next time will be more sufficient." After taking them he held out his other hand and I shook it before taking my seat. As he made his way out he spoke one last time.

"After your lunch I'll come get you for a building tour and to know where to find me when needed." He exits before I could answer. I'm left to familiarize myself with my own workplace.

Well that went better than expected, I peered at my desk and silently gasped. Everything was brand new. It made my heart warm with appreciation. Jane would never do something like this for me. Sure she is a great friend but a sucky boss.
I moved some of my dark hair out of my face looking around my small, brightly lit room. My desk was made of wood plastered with new office utensils, I smiled fiddling with everything until I noticed a note on my computer. Pulling it off I read:

Hope you like the new office and work hard Ms. Anderson -SL.

Another smile creeped onto my face. This is definitely better than the publishing industry.

My day seemed to have gone kind of slow after that small, precious minute. I looked forward to the tour as if I'm on a field trip. Which I shouldn't be because this place is a place of lost souls. People who need help and just can't do it on their own. I answered a few calls, took some notes, even had a few secretaries greet me. A few though, warned me about some tall tale about Samuel Loomis's crazy obsession for his only patient. How it even links to a haunting crime committed years ago. It gave me a chill I assumed most of the doctors had many patients. After brushing it off I decided to do some work, more like just sketching until a knock broke my focus.

"Ms. Anderson are we ready?" Dr. Loomis's voice was very glee.

"Why hello, yes I am sir." I smiled standing.