her camp crystal lake killer (Jason Voorhees x y/n)

FOURTEEN

I nodded my head at him as he brought me up the Hatch. Though. I knew it was best I didn't run. The man would catch me quicker than I could blink regardless. So I observe. I observe my surroundings as he brings me past a small, the iron little hut. 

I lean on his side, but he doesn't seem to mind as he uses his hand to keep me up right.

I take this time to breathe in the crisp forest air. Enjoying the smell - rather than the smell of being in the underground of the hut.

I almost regret asking for the bathroom as we come closer to the camp. I fought to keep the contents of my stomach down. I'm not ready to go back. Not ready to relieve the moments all over again. Fuck my brain is already torchering me when I sleep, I don't need it when I'm awake too.

But as we come back, the bodies are gone. Its almost as if there wasn't a murder not that long ago.

Jason helps me up the steps in the main house. The inside the exact same as we all left it and my heart strings pull as I look around. I force my head away from the living room as Jason lifts me up the steps. I almost question if he's been in the main house before, but it's stupid. Of course he has.

He opens the Bathroom door for me, not daring to leave the threshold. I close the door, taking a breath as I look at my reflection in the mirror.

I hiss at how I look. Horrifying, bags under my eyes. And my lips look horribly chapt, not used to having little water. It took me a little longer than expected to get myself cleaned up. My clothes, destroyed. But that doesn't bother me. I'll just change when I go back to the hut.

The physical pain I can handle - the mental pain not so much.

As I am about to leave the bathroom, I test the electric. I could possibly call the cops if it's working - but if course, the light doesn't switch on. And my hopes die as I open the door. Jason ingulfs me in a tight hug, as he buried his masked face in the crook of my neck.

I suck in a breath as my muscles tense. I'm waiting for him to kill me. But again, he doesn't. We stay in this position a little bit before he helps me back down the steps.

I squeeze my eyes, my heart breaking as I leave the main house. Its more reminders their dead. Its all I can think about, all I can dream about.

I want to run, every fiber of my being is fighting the urge. But I don't. I limp beside Jason as we walk back to his hit, but this time we take a different path. One I've never been too.

I suck in a breath as I see a clearing, with wild flowers swaying in the wind. I smile slightly. Mabel would have loved this, Connor would have tolerated it for both me and her. He has always done that, even when we bring him to the movies to watch a movie he simply doesn't give one crap about. But because of us being so excited. He endured it.

A sob escaped my lips as I fell to my knees. I ran my finger tips through the petals, feeling the texture. Just as I am about to force myself up out of my position, I feel Jason's had pat my head once again. And as I look at him. I see his innocent eyes glimmer as he gives me one single flower.

My heart sores. And for a minute I decide to just let go. I'm exhausted - exhausted of fighting, of hating myself. I just want peace.

I take the flower from his hand, smiling slightly. I decided just because I've expected the flower doesn't mean I've forgiven what the masked killer has done.

But for now, I can be nice.

Being a bitch is exhausting, that was Mabels job. But it looked like I would have to fight to learn the basics of it. To keep her memory alive.

Fuck even when I try to let loose I find it impossible. The sun, dips behind the trees. Casting the sky in a pink, beautiful hue. And the soft. Breeze brushes against my skin, scattering goosebumps in its place. My hair, although filled with Nutella, manages to scatter across my face. Blocking bits of my view. Jason with a hesitant hand, brushes out of my face as his eyes look over my features.

My eyes begin to feel heavy, and I barley register Jason's strong arms lift me up, holding me close to his chest as he beings to walk over twigs.

I don't have the energy to fight. Don't have the energy to force my self out of his grip. Instead I just lay their. Muscles, tense. But it's nice to feel the breeze against my face as I allow myself to rest my eyes. If not for a moment, I pray for a dreamless night.

But coming from past experiences, it takes more than a night for them to come true.

I feel myself being placed on the overly uncomfortable mattress, and then. Once again. The weight of Jason's jacket wrapped around my body. I keep my eyes closed. Breathing levelled. I'm half expecting to feel the click of the Chain, but I don't. Instead I feel the brush of his knuckle against my cheekbone. His touch is gentle, as if he's afraid of causing me harm.