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That guy is on my mind again,
it’s like he’s following me, I feel a book hit the back of my head and land on my lap “earth to umi wake up or you’ll miss the bus” Ashlin standing with her hands on her hips with a glint in her eye “shouldn’t you be with Jason swooning with him or making out with him” still not looking at her “how did you know I made out with him?” she said shocked that someone knew, I smiled at this.
“I didn’t know you just told me now, Aren’t you going to fast?” her smile faded a bit “he said if I loved him I’d do it” I hope she’s not falling into a trap “well he said that to most girls” I told her for good warning She got mad at that, I heard someone run towards us it was runi she slowed down when she say me talking with Ashlin.
“It’s ok ruin she won’t bite you...She’ll just hurt you with a book” with that I threw the book back at ash “don’t be mean umi it’s not your kind of way.” how wrong is she? “Aren’t you going to introduce her to I?” I finally turned towards her “oh yea Runi this is Ashlin, Ashlin this is Runi” they both waved at each other, Ashlin noticed her bruises.
“Yea umi saved me from jerks from kicking me?” Ashlin was shocked to hear that “I didn’t know you could fight?” I looked away “there’s a lot you don’t know about me”
I saw Jason walking towards us “hi baby how you doing?” he then gave ash a quick pash, I find this quite childlike “still up for tonight babe? My house at 6 ” he winked at her and ash swooned I would of gagged if I was normal but runi did it for me, he walked off to his friends.
“tonight babe?” a questioned look from me again “just because you don’t have a social life doesn’t mean I don’t have to have one”
Just then the bus came and we all got in Ashlin with Jason and I sat with Runi, I couldn’t help but ask about that guy “hey runi have you seen a guy wearing a mask around recently?” I felt runi get stiff around me “is he wearing a blue jump suit by any chance?” “Yes he was…so you’ve seen him to?” I felt I bit excited I guess that’s the word I can use “no I haven’t umi but… don’t you know the legend here?” runi looked concern and scared for me “what legend? I only moved here recently.” She suddenly looked pale “a long time ago a guy named Michael Myers killed his sister when he was a kid, he then was placed in a mental insinuation after that…” she froze a bit “please continue” she started with a shake to her voice “b…but he comes out every Halloween to murder people in his family.” “so?” “umi its October 23 it’s a week until Halloween” This made me think “why would he come after me?” she shrugged her shoulders “were you adopted?” I shook my head to say no “your mother or father adopted or your mothers madden name Myers?” I looked outside the window “my mother’s madden name is Swan, and my both my parents weren’t adopted, my father die so he wouldn’t go after him and my mother was born in the Philippines.” Runi rubbed my shoulder “maybe it’s some guy playing with your mind” I nodded “yea it must be that” it got silent after that, I looked outside the window it started to rain.
“why does it have to rain now when were close to home” Runi complained “I like it, the rain makes me happy is soothing” I looked at her to only see her thinking about it, she smiled “yea I guess your right I just hate walking in it” I giggled at that, once at the bus stop I said good bye to everyone and started to walk home, it started to rain down hard.
“Runi is so wrong; the best thing about the rain is walking in it.” The clean smell of the rain so fresh and clean, I got home and walked in my mother complained about me making the carpet wet but only giggled when I pouted, I’m very good at faking emotions to make people happy. It makes me normal. I walk to my room and lock the door, I open the window to get that crisp smell in my room it intoxicates me.
I put on my laptop to listen to music put on linkin park: runaway how ironic, I look under my bed and look at my tools, I have I skinner my favorite tool most people use it after they have done the killing they use it but I find it more fun when things are alive they squirm and scream its…wonderful. In total I have seven knives all sharp and ready to use I hear my mother come up the stairs I quickly pack my things and hide them again, and unlock the door just in time like always, just before she goes to work she’s a late night nurse. “baby you can’t go out tomorrow I’m sorry” my excitement vanished “oh how come?” my mom sits next to me “I need you to look after the house tomorrow if that’s not a problem, people are coming to fix the electricity in the kitchen” I sigh then pretended to smile “ok mom” she kisses my forehead “bye baby sweat dreams” and walk’s off, I lock the door and turn off the light. “I’ll have next week” I to the window and see him again I think it’s him “stupid kid” I turn away from my window and I take off my clothes Normally I don’t sleep in my under were, but I wanted to look at what I do to myself and what others do to me, the cuts along my body from hunting and the bruises I got when picked a fight with tubby, I graze my hand gently across my body It makes me feel good,
I turn off my laptop and lie down on my bed, thinking of what to do for tomorrow. Slowly drifting off to sleep

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Michael watched her look out the window to see no emotion on her face, he tilted his head he was intrigued by her the way she can show emotion but he knew she was just as emotionless as he was. She dragged something under her bed it was a bag and pulled out the skinner, he thought she looked beautiful holding that blade her eyes held a glint of emotion just like him. A few days before this the first time he saw her “hunt” he was hunting also like always; he heard foot steeps coming for a clearing and hid and had his blade at the ready . He turned to see the girl from before wearing a white singlet top and black cargo pants around her waist she had numerous blades and a bag. For a second he felt a ping in his heart…it felt different; it felt nice. She slowly walked not making a sound; then a tussle nearby both of them heard it, Michael had to restrain himself from getting up and investigating; he want to see what she was going to do. She hid behind a tree till a deer walked out, grazing at the grass, she quickly yet silently went towards the deer, she took down the deer with a single hit to the ground she grabbed what seemed to be a machete and stabbed the deer close to its neck just to pin it to the ground not to kill it, she stabbed also the torso. She knows what she’s doing Michael thought. She went off the deer and pulled out a skinner and slowly started to skin the animal hearing it scream in pain, blood squirted all over her but he didn’t look at the animal or her body no he was watching her face. That playful smirk across her face, that glint of life and death in her eyes;

“She beautiful”

He thought to himself; she was done she whipped the blood of her blades with her shirt, got her bag and took off her shirt showing her smooth body; almost flawless skin there were cuts long her stomach long and they looked deep, bruises big ones but that didn’t change Michaels mind about her she was still beautiful his, perfect imperfection she changed shirts took her knives and left she did that all without making a sound.

But know at this moment, her mother just left; it was the perfect time to touch her to see what he will feel afterwards he climbed up the tree and climbed the branch leading to her room and jumped in waiting in the corner of her room just looking at her.
He was to enveloped of his gaze of her and step forward missing her bag in the process making a slight noise, he hoped she deep asleep. But what he didn’t know about lilium was she wasn’t a deep sleeper.
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Sleep another thing I like I don’t have to hide myself from, I cannot lie in my sleep. But the worst thing about sleep is remembering. My father’s body limp on the ground his skull distorted, unrecognizable if I wasn’t there witnessing what happened to him; “Daddy…daddy wake up” a little girl nudging my father. She looks up at me; “help me” I hate this dream I know that little girl is me; a noise brakes my train of thought. I sit up quickly and turn on my bedside table. And turn to where the noise came from. “It’s you…” it’s the guy who was following me for a while now, what’s his name again… “…you’re Michael Myers aren’t you?”