Trick Or Treat || Michael Myers X Reader

Chapter Twenty Two

With a deep breath I stumbled into the bathroom, the light was switched off but I didn't bother to turn it on. I didn't wanna see my reflection in the mirror- the reflection of a sad excuse for a human being.

My eyes faltered to the ground, studying the shadowed outline of my feet inching their way towards the bath tub.

With a sigh I raised my head and flipped the switch to the tub on, water immediately beginning to spurt from the shower head above.

I stared up at the warm pellets of water as they shot down onto the tub floor, leaving faint pounding sounds in their wake.

I pursed my lips and turned around, making my way to the bathroom door and pushing it to be just barely cracked open; just so the warm air could escape and keep the washroom from fogging up.

With that I glanced at the light switch one last time, only to shake my head in disapproval and raise my arms over my head to grasp my nightgown and pull it up and over my head.

I tossed it lazily to the floor and inhaled a slow breath- I felt so tired.

The smallest action and I felt as though I had exerted all energy in the world.

I hate this.

I hate everything about this.

Fucking Loomis with his stupid fucking gun.

I growled under my breath, baring my teeth together as I removed my undergarments and sat them on the floor beside my sleeping attire.

What would I be doing right now if Loomis hadn't shot Michael off of that horrid balcony?

What if we had killed Laurie and Loomis and escaped this town together?

My heart ahed at the impossible dream.
It was such an unbearable sensation.

The feeling of your heart strings tearing  and killing you slowly because of how much your feelings had been hurt.

It was not an easily described feeling.

...

I shook my head and ran my trembling fingers through my hair, fighting back the urge to let anymore heartbroken sobs escape me.

I ambled towards the running shower and pulled the curtain aside so I could step inside.

I lifted one leg over the tub wall and placed my foot against the ground, repeating the same action with my other foot and leg.

"Ugh..." A weak whimper escaped my maw, the heat of the water running down my face sending chills down my spine.

I raised my hands and rubbed my face, my eyes falling shut and my shoulders lowering as I forced my body to release any and all of its built up tension.

I breathed steadily, trying my very hardest to calm my nerves.

...

It wasn't working.

Nothing was working and I couldn't make myself feel better about Michael's death.

I couldn't make myself happy or even remotely content.

"God-" I choked out, cupping a hand over my mouth to keep myself from crying. I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat gradually diminishing from within me.