Michael Myers is my brother...
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He walks a few steps back, and rests his back in a wall. The wall was kind of dampy taking the fact where were they, but as always, Michael didn't cared. After a moment without saying even a word, he decided to look at his sister. He wasn't sure what he should do now, he know she was his, she belonged to him, so she couldn't just go, but at the same time he was feeling bad because she didn't felt the same way towards him.
She didn't remembered him, she tried to get away, and that was the part that hurted the most. All the nostalgic memories that he had, the only thing that made him resist in that asylum, was her. The small photograph, he had lost it. He tried to look for it in the jumpsuit pockets, but it wasn't there anymore. Michael ends up realizing... The world is not worth if his sister didn't cared about him. And a deep sigh escaped from his lips behind that mask, he couldn't believe he still had these emotions inside of him, hidden between all that anger.
She didn't remembered him, she tried to get away, and that was the part that hurted the most. All the nostalgic memories that he had, the only thing that made him resist in that asylum, was her. The small photograph, he had lost it. He tried to look for it in the jumpsuit pockets, but it wasn't there anymore. Michael ends up realizing... The world is not worth if his sister didn't cared about him. And a deep sigh escaped from his lips behind that mask, he couldn't believe he still had these emotions inside of him, hidden between all that anger.