The Shape from past

Chapter 11

(Y/n)'s POV

I was cleaning around the kitchen after making food to Michael and me but he didn't eat anything. After earlier he has just been sitting on the couch, his eyes clued to the wall without moving a muscle after drinking the hot coco. I called him out to eat but he didn't move so I had to eat alone while looking at his back. He was a complete mystery to me sometimes. I felt bad for him, knowing that he can't help it. And I'm sure that his attack was just something the voices told him to do.

I look outside the window to see that it was already getting dark. I didn't even realize that was that late. I turn to look back at Michael, who was still just sitting there. I put the rag down that I had in my hands and quickly wash my hands. I walk over to Michael and look at him. His eyes were clued on to the wall in front of him. "Michael are you hungry? I could warm some of it for you if you want to." I say to him but he doesn't answer. I was getting worried because of him. What if he was angry because I attacked him when he attacked me?

"I'm going to take a quick shower and brush my teeth. Do you want to come to the shower with me?" I ask from him but he just sits there. I was little upset that I didn't get reaction out of him but I was little glad that he didn't want to come too. But maybe he's just going to stalk me when I get in. I put my hand on his shoulder and give it a little rub. "I'll be right back." I say to him and walk to the bathroom.

After wearing something comfortable for the night I walk back to the living room only to see that he was still sitting on the couch. I feel tears start to form in my eyes. I hated to see him like this. "Michael do you want to go to sleep?" I ask from him but he doesn't do anything. I shift my gaze to the floor. I decide to make my way to my bedroom and get my blanket. When I get there I see that Toby was sleeping on my bed. I take my blanket without disturbing his sleep and walk back to Michael.

When I get back, he was still there. I was upset that he was like that, like he was... dead. I walk over to him and sit next to him. I look at him for a while, just staring at the pale face of his mask. I take a deep breath in and lay down on the couch next to him and rest my head on his lap. I look at the wall in front of us and just stare at it too. I feel some tears escape my eyes as I lay there. I felt sorry for him and maybe I triggered some unpleasant memory when I stabbed him. I felt guilty.

I was staring at the wall for what felt like hours before I started to get truly sleepy. I lift the blanket higher to cover my shoulders and get some extra warmth from it. I close my eyes when they suddenly feel too heavy to keep open anymore and take a deep breath in. "Good night Michael." I whisper to him and get more comfortable on the couch. It wasn't long before I felt myself to fall asleep while using his lap as a pillow. I hope that next day he would be more like himself again.

Michael's POV

The voices were screaming in my head to kill everyone around (Y/n) and take her to our home. I was jealous even if I tried to deny it from myself. I was angry because I realized that she lived her life without me for fifteen years without even remembering who I even was and that's her parents fault. I felt like I was nothing to her. She had new friends, new best friend and I was left to rot in the hospital with that selfish doctor.

I snapped when she talked with her new friends. I don't know why she got new friends when she only needs me but I was going to change that. She was mine. But I know that I scared her when I attacked her. I wanted her to know that she wasn't going anywhere but then she stabbed me with my own knife. I was little surprised by that but I was prouder of her than anything. She could take care of herself even if I wasn't there with her at that moment and I was relieved to know that. To know that she could kill.