Right now, I'm gazing at the uneaten food that is placed in front of me. I'm not really that hungry, so I play with the food that's on the plate so that they don't take it away from me and drag me to my hell whole room, where it's dark and empty, just like me. I will never be truly filled with happiness or life, because frankly, after what has happened in my life, I really do believe that I don't deserve happiness.

My mother always told me that life was like a box of chocolates, and she was right, because every chocolate that I have picked, has always ended in a bad result, its either to sweet or to bitter. I regret all the things that I have done in my life, being only 19, you wouldn't think that, but I do, and I can't turn back the time. And because of me, my family is dead, because of me, I'm still alive and they're dead.

It's all my fault.

I lift my head so I can look around the cafeteria, what stops me however, is the look that one of the patients give me, his face is covered with a clown mask of some kind, it was hand made, judging by the scruffiness of it.

I keep eye contact with him, ignoring the fear that spikes within me. He tilts his head like he is observing me, I still keep eye contact. After a few minutes however I feel frustrated with the staring contest so I turn my lip up in an angry snarl, making sure that I show some of my teeth.

That seems to snap him out of his moment as he balls his fist tightly and I see the white knuckles on his hands. It looks as if he's going to lunge at me but I ignore it, if I move my gaze it will show fear and I won't give him that satisfaction. Who is he? Why is he here? Why is he staring at me like that? I start to drift into endless questions that probably won't be answered. As I'm in my La La land a hand on my shoulder stops me from my thoughts and I snap my gaze to the masked man to the unknown presence.

"How are you today Kate?" Dr Loomis asks me, he stares at the masked man and back to me.

I roll my eyes, he's so nosy, but I guess that's his job, to be nosy and arrogant.

"I'm fine, the usual, you know" I say softly/

I turn my gaze back to the masked man, I wonder if the Loomis will tell me who he is? I guess there is no harm in asking?

"Who's he over there?" I ask as I tilt my face in the masked man's direction. There's silence so I turn my head to the Dr and surprisingly he is staring down at me with an unknown emotion crossing his features.

"That is Michael Myers child, and if I was you I wouldn't stare at him like that if you don't know what's good for you." He says and wonders off and out of the cafeteria, anger courses through me, I wasn't the one looking at him in the first place damn it!

I pick up my thork in a vice grip and breathe slowly in and out, controlling my raging anger that wants to be unleashed. I stare at Myers with hate filled in my eyes and before I can blink I stand and walk in his direction.

I'm going to give that fucker a piece of my mind.

SOOOOOO THIS IS MY FIRST STORY, SO PLEASE BE GENTLE. I WELCOME ALL REVIEWS AND SUGGESTIONS AND IF I HAVE MADE ANY MISTAKES PLEASE DON'T HESITATE TO TELL ME. I ONLY OWN KATE, NO ONE ELSE. SOOOO I WONDER WHAT KATE'S GOT IN STORE FOR MYERS? KEEP ON THE LOOK OUT FOR A NEW CHAPTER IN THE NEXT FEW DAYS.