Die, Die My Darling

9

     Lillian awoke with a jolt, it was currently 2 AM, five hours early from when she normally woke up. Her phone was ringing, the noise instantly perking her up from her slumber. She stumbled to the phone, picking it up.

"Hello?" She said, her voice raspy from sleep.

"Ms. Loomis? It's an emergency, we need you down here as soon as possible. Michael escaped." Her blood ran cold. Michael, her only patient that she was responsible for, escaped.

"Excuse me? Michael escaped?" Her breaths began to quicken, a shaky hand raked through her brown hair.

"Ms. Loomis, please just come quickly and bring Dr. Loomis as well. Thank you." The line went dead and Lillian felt a feeling of dread settle in her abdomen. Michael is god knows where and very dangerous.

She picked up the phone again and began to dial her uncle's number. Within a few rings, he picked up, "Hello? Who is this?" His voice sounded exhausted.

"It's Lillian, Michael escaped." She rasped. She heard a clatter and she realized it was her uncle dropping the phone.

He picked it back up and continued, "He's going to Haddonfield. Meet me there. He's going to kill someone, it's almost Halloween." The line once again ended in silence and Lillian hurriedly got dressed and headed to Smith's Grove.

Once there, she was blinded by police lights along with an ambulance parked out front. She saw a man being treated along with several others. Her pace quickened once she saw the severity of the situation, her body suddenly felt lighter as fear struck her entire being. A sob escaped her throat as it all sunk in that this was Michael's doing. She saw patients everywhere being restrained, her heart felt like it was going to explode from its rapid pace.

"Ms. Loomis, we need to know where Michael will possibly be headed. Any ideas?" Her uncle immediately popped into her mind. Haddonfield.

"He's going to Haddonfield, that's what my uncle- Dr. Loomis said. We need to head there immediately and issue a public safety order." Her voice was strong, and it surprised even her own self.

Lillian wasn't going to let Michael get hurt, so she added, "And bring him back here. Higher security. I'm his therapist and I am responsible for his well-being."

Lillian sounded crazy, but she didn't necessarily care. All she cared about was Michael's safety and preventing another Halloween incident.