mercy | michael myers

chapter i

The Zombie Song - Stephanie Mabey

No... no... He crept closer to me. My limp body was crouched in the blackened corner of the burning home. The heat, the splinting walls, the murmurs of my dead shadows.

I tried letting out a cry as he towered over my anxious self. His soulless eyes daunted down at me. This was the end. His knife hung over his head, gripped tightly in his palm. His knuckles were practically white with rage. I'd seen his shoulders twitching slightly from the white light shining down on us from behind.

My tears shed slowly down my reddened cheeks.

One Night Earlier

So it's October thirtieth. You already know what that means. Halloween's tomorrow! I'm usually always super stoked for Halloween, except this year I'm not. I'm not dressing up, I'm not going to people's doors to steal candy that they paid for. I'm eighteen years old, I'm an adult now. I shouldn't be disappointed about not going out for Halloween. Everyone my age goes to party's now, everyone stopped trick or treating after middle school, or even worse, elementary school.

I'm still a child at heart. I want to get myself a costume and have a great time but Marissa, you're eighteen years old. Instead of doing what I truly want to do, I'll be going with my friends to Jason's house party. Jason is the popular, hot, athletic football player at our school. Typical brown hair, brown-eyed, tall, muscular. You know, the thing every girl likes. He's the captain of the team. He lives in a rich home, millionaires for a family, greedy, needy, etc.

My best friend, Michelle, is absolutely obsessed with Jason. I guess they've been talking. They've made a few moves on each other. The normal high school romance that never lasts, or rarely lasts. One fight and it's over.

I'm rambling, but I'm so nervous about tonight. I've never been to a party. Mind you, this party will include alcohol, drugs, sex, and some more alcohol. I am not excited one bit. This party will be my absolute worst nightmare imaginable. I can't see myself getting wasted. I'm a "good girl" as what my friends say. Trust me, I can be fun but I still like to follow the rules. Underage drinking is so dangerous. Especially at a high school party full of jackasses.

I was at my vanity curling my short and wavy ginger red hair. I never really did much with my hair, most mornings I'd just brush it out and let it do its thing. Today was special so I couldn't do that. It jumped gently on my shoulders each time I'd move around. Makeup brushes were laid out in front of me but there was no motivation for me to actually do my makeup. I wasn't a huge makeup person but I did enjoy doing it for fun.

I decided to skip the makeup. I was told my natural eyebrows looked better without anything done to them anyway. I believed that. Every time I would do anything to my face I would look like a drag queen. Nothing wrong with drag queens, it's just not for me personally.

The blue jeans in my closet glared at me as I did the same back to them. I hadn't worn my jeans in forever. Recently I've been into skirts. I miss my jeans, I have worn them since baby years. I grew up wearing them. They just fit my personality perfectly. Since I'd totally rejected jeans out of my life the past few months, I decided to finally give in to them again. I pulled out high waisted dark blue jeans. I quickly put them on and paired them with a white sweater of mine. My sweater sadly didn't have anything Halloween related on it, it was pink pastel striped. I wanted to wear my orange sweater with a printed pumpkin on it but... I've got to fit in.

I tucked my sweater in my jeans and fluffed up my hair some more. The figure standing before me in the mirror looked so different. This definitely wasn't me but I need friends and the only way to do that is to fit in with everyone else at my school. I'm jealous of Michelle. She's flirting with the popular athlete. She used to be someone like me. The odd one out. The goth kid. Now she's totally changed. She sold all her leather coats, ripped jeans, and her iconic platform shoes. Now she's a trend follower. It sucks to see people slip away from their true selves just to impress others, even though that is exactly what I'm doing to myself.