( alright everyone. I'd like to tell everyone now that this story isn't going to be appropriate and will hold sensitive content. If you don't like themes of murder, explicit gore, rape, sex, or anything related PLEASE STOP READING NOW. I will not be adding any trigger warnings, this book was marked mature for a reason. Thank you for understanding and I hope you enjoy the story. )

[ Dear Diary,

It's now a week into October. My friendship with Daniella has grown. My father has gotten worse.

It happened last week, October 1st. He finally did it and I now understand my mother's pain. He tried to take me from behind, and I haven't been able to sit comfortably ever since. The idea of what it would've been like if he took me from the front will forever haunt me.

I don't care what it takes anymore, I just want to leave this house.

I keep holding onto what things used to be like, so I still want to move into the house across the street. In fact, I bought it. Daniella helped me. She held onto the money for me and I got it back from her and purchased the house. I kept the for sale sign in front of it and avoided it at night due to the teens.

The cleaning process was coming along well and I'm turning on the water tomorrow.

I have packed my things and I'm moving everything tonight. I put cameras in the front of the house to keep an eye out for my father when I move in. I have started putting things in the master bedroom, such as a bed and bed stand.

Daniella's father is an officer and pulled some ropes to have an undercover cop car in front of the house for the first week of moving. Now all that's left is for me and Daniella to move everything.

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(Y/n) packed her things swiftly into boxes, not worried about anything breaking, she just wanted to leave. Daniella was already at the old Myers' house removing the "For Sale" sign getting ready to come back and take the already packed boxes to the house.

(Y/n) carried the last box downstairs before heading back up to grab her sheets, blankets and pillows. However, when she got to the top, she gasped loudly and almost screamed when her mouth was covered.

"Woah woah, calm down. It's just me." A familiar voice laughed. When the hand was removed, (Y/n) turned and found her friend Eric. Immediately her body relaxed.

Eric was a friend (Y/n) had made in the college she went to. He showed her an old park in the woods a while ago that they tend to hang out at. They also tended to do a lot of tree climbing, which explained how he got in here.

"Did you really need to scale the wall? You could've just came in through the front door." (Y/n) questioned her friend with a giggle. He smirked and shrugged, grabbing her last box and her pillows.

"I'll bring these over. You get out of here safely." Eric nodded to (Y/n). A nod that she returned. He left the attic and she folded up her blankets and sheets before heading downstairs.

The jogged across the street to the old Myers house that was now owned by her. Inside she found a couple of her boxes in the swept up living room and found her friends upstairs unpacking her clothes into the closet and drawer that they had put into the master bedroom. She smiled softly, feeling weirdly relaxed and happy.

She began to put the sheets on her bed, then the blankets. Soon she went back downstairs and grabbed her pillows, bringing them back up and finding her friends finished. She smiled and thanked them.

"Thank you so much. As a thank you I'll buy you two drinks next weekend?" (Y/n) asked with a soft giggle, earning an excited laugh from her two friends. It wasn't much longer till they left.

"Michael, Micheal, Micheal..." Dr. Samuel Loomis rattled off, sounding upset, but not angry. In fact, he just sounded sad and somewhat disappointed. "You haven't spoken for 15 years and in those years I've been trying my best to help you."

The giant man just sat in the seat across from him, unblinking. The boy with long blonde hair was now a man whose blonde hair had soiled to brown. The only thing that hadn't changed was those icy blue eyes that held darkness. Micheal didn't even flinch when the old man who had been caring for him all this time slammed his open palm against the cold metal table. He didn't even tilt his head, his usual response to the doctor's outbursts.

The doctor took a deep breath and took his place back in the seat across from Micheal. The doctor stared at the overgrown monster that sat across from him at the table. There was a pity in his eyes, a pity that Micheal didn't concern himself with.

If the doctor had wanted to help Micheal, he would've set him free, he would've stopped his mother from killing herself, he would've given him his sister back, he would've given him his life back. That's not what happened though. Micheal wasn't even given a choice, just medicine that made him feel rotten and tired. The doctor stared at Micheal for a minute longer before setting a newspaper down in front of him, but Micheal didn't even look.

"Your old home has been sold." Dr. Loomis announced to the man, rubbing his temples to sooth an ache in his head. Micheal just continued to stare at the man. He tried to stop himself from reacting, but he felt his home had now been brought to shame. That was his house after all.

Slowly, Micheal looked down at the paper and tilted his head. It was a picture of his house with a pretty young woman standing in front of it. Her facial features couldn't be made out, but she had (h/l) hair and a nice figure. If Micheal's hands were loose he probably would've covered the portion of the woman and just examined his house. Instead, he just lifted his head once more to look into the doctor's eyes.

"One more thing Micheal, and I hope this won't upset you, but I have been removed. As in, because I have no results of anything from you, they have fired me from being your doctor." The doctor stared longingly into the man's eyes, hoping for anything, even the slightest reaction. But as always, he received nothing. Dr. Loomis sighed out loudly. "Meaning that this is my last day."

The rest of his time spent with Micheal was short. Just a staring contest between the two men that ended with Micheal being taken away earlier than expected. Dr. Loomis released his last sigh before leaving the Smith's Grove Sanitarium for the last time... at least that's what he thought was the last.

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