Hearts and Daggers

Chapter Eleven

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in anyway =(. But I DO own Katarzyna and my other OCs.

Chapter Eleven

When I was six, I decided to try and climb the large tree in my backyard. I had almost made it to the top when our neighbor’s dog started barking at a passing car and distracted me. I fell and landed on my arm, effectively breaking it in two places. That was the first time in my life that I was thankful my aunt was visiting and could take me to the hospital.

I had gone to visit the Myers the next day and, out of boredom, Michael signed his name in big, red letters on my white cast. We also had Boo sign it too, except it came out as a bunch of multi-colored scribbles. Even Deborah signed it, though it was much more elegant than her children’s. I think I still had that cast in one of the boxes in the attic.

It was a challenge at first to get through school using only one arm but Michael had been a big help. He conveniently began to “accidentally” leave his books home and use the room in his backpack to carry my things. It worked in his favor because when the teachers asked where his textbooks and notebooks were he would simply say he was helping me out and they tended to give him a free pass, letting us share the supplies. Not that he actually bothered to pay attention; yet he always seemed to end up passing in the end.

My second stay in the hospital was when I was thirteen and broke my leg. We had recently had a particularly bad snowstorm a few days before, leaving a lot of areas in Haddonfield icy. I made the stupid decision to ride my bike, as fast as I could, to the store for some soda when I hit one of the ice patches and took a nasty fall. I had been embarrassed when I visited Michael later that week with my crutches and big, white cast that covered my leg. Sally was nice enough to get me one of the wheelchairs to borrow so I could sit comfortably and elevate my leg.

I had taken out some sharpies from my purse and threw them on the table and began to doodle on my cast. A few minutes passed before I watched the, then sixteen year old, Michael pick up the dark red sharpie and also draw. All of our doodles were childlike and looked as if three year olds had done them. Mine were colorful and cute while his were more…disturbing. Not that I minded. I think that cast was also in the attic somewhere; probably with my little arm cast.

My third hospital visit was when I had given birth to Emmy.

And now, my latest visit was trying to recover from not only getting hit by a car, but also a stab wound from my old, beloved friend.

//oo//

“Try and eat some lunch, Kat,” Loomis said, pushing the tray of food closer to me. He had been my most frequent visitors, more than Laurie and Emmy, and had also proven to be a good guy, despite our differences.

 “I’m not hungry,” I muttered, turning my head away. I heard him sigh.

“Starving yourself isn’t helping anything Katarzyna,” he said sternly, “You’ll worry Emmy if she sees that you aren’t taking care of yourself,”

“Are you blackmailing me?” I asked, turning to him and narrowing my eyes.

“No, but eventually you will begin losing weight and she will notice,”

“How do you know?” I demanded bitterly.

“We both agreed she takes after her father, meaning she is very perceptive,” he pointed out.

“Also keep in mind she is still seven,” I muttered.

“Plus you seem to be showing signs of depression,”