My period, thankfully, ended yesterday, I can only let out a breath of relief. My stomach no longer contorts in pain, and I can finally find a some what comfortable spot in the bed.
I even lack nightmares. Connor and mabel only ever visit me when Jason hasn't slept beside me. I hate myself for how safe I'm beginning to feel. But will hate really bring them back? It's exhausting. At moment I still wish I could have taken their places. And even though, I can somewhat understand his reason for killing. It still sickens me to my stomach when I look at him. Because at the end of the day. He will always be the reason they are dead.
Dead too young.
But I can't change the past. Can't alter anything. Fuck knows if I could have, I would have changed the outcome of my childhood. And even now. Coming to camp in the first place.
Jason scratches the back of his head. Eyes shimmering as he watched me struggle to fit my swollen ankle into my shoe. I scowled. The pain is something I'm used too now. It doesn't bother me, but the swollen aspects are a bitch.
Jason's large rough hands stop my movement. I freeze, eyes narrowed as I wait for him to do something. And he does. Still, surprising me. As he gently pushed the shoe onto my ankle. Making sure to rub a small, soothing circle into the skin. Even as he does it. He looks awkward.
But still, he surprises me once again as my body freezes. He leans his head down, brining his masked lips to my ankle. He only lingered their for a minute before he stood tall. Back of his kneck, red.
Even I feel heat rush through me. My neck, my cheeks feeling as if I'm on fire. It was such a simple gesture. One a mother would give their child. But by him - it had me frozen in place. Un-knowing what to do. Or how to react for that matter. A masked killer just kissed my swollen ankle.
A masked killer just kissed my swollen ankle. I repeated to myself.
When I blinked again I seen I was yet again alone. But only for a moment before he came back, head tilted to the side.
I cleared my throat. "Can I go outside?" I raised a brow. But he only shook his head sternly. I groaned, throwing my head back.
"Come on! I won't run." I grumbled, gesturing to my ankle. "You seen how much I struggled with just putting my shoe on my foot." My eyes slid around the dirt covered ground. Eyeing everything. I wouldn't admit it outloud. But I'm terrified more of the thought of a rat coming into my little makeshift area. I can handle a big scary killer sleeping in the same bed as me. But not a rat.
The difference between it is, Jason wouldn't leave the bed. At least not until I've fallen asleep. I think it's because of my attempt of escaping, though I'm lacking a chain. But in this sense. He IS the chain.
Jason looks off into the distance. Shoulders tense as his hands rest on his lap. Almost as if having a distant conversation with someone else. Before, a heavy, gruff rumble leaves his chest as he stands to his feet. Holding his hand out for me.
I can already sense how reluctant he his as he watches me slowly stand to my feet. Walking over to him. Making sure not to apply as much pressure on my swollen ankle.
When he pushes the Hatch open at the top, his hands. Tightly grip my hips. With a shreik from me, he hoists me up. And not a moment later, he follows behind. I blink, as I adjust to the natural lighting of the woods.
It's still as breathtakingly beautiful as the first time I walked in. "Thank you." I glance behind me, watching as his arms fold together. He nods, but watches as I limp around. Looking at everything.
It feels nice to smell anything but Damp. The air is crisp and fresh, as the cool air chatters my bones. But I don't mind. Even without seeing it, I can tell it recently rained.
My shoulders tense as I feel a weight drop onto them. Only a beat later do I realise it's his jacket, as I glance up. He doesn't look down at me.
This is just as much awkward for him as it is me. Who knows how many people he has kept alive in the past. If they survived. I - on the other hand still don't plan on staying and finding out. Just because I've came to terms with their deaths doesn't mean I'm going to stick around and play house.
Doing it now would be stupid. So I may as well enjoy the fresh air. I sit down on the ground, the soil beneath my feet melting like butter. But I use Jason's jacket to keep my ass from being too dirty.
Time seemed to pass quickly. One minute I'm bathing in the sun, next the golden rays of the sunset is looking down on me. I don't want to get up and go back down stairs. I just want to stay up here. Where I'm at peace. But Jason dragged me back down the first speck of night.
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I'm bored, as I groan. Everyday is nearly the same fucking thing. But this time, when I hear a thump. I'm expecting to see Jason, but I don't. I see a frantic, shaggy looking guy. The smell of weed practically pouring from him skin.
I'm surprised I'm not high already.
"Oh my god you have to help me." His words slurred in a lisp as he grabbed at my hands. This is my chance. I nodd my head. Pointing to the Hatch.
"Go up their. Ill go last." I couldn't stop the murder of mabel and Connor but I can with this guy. I know for a fact Jason won't hurt me. He had his chance, and now I'll be putting this to use.
"Are you crazy? He'll find us." He hisses. I let out a sigh.
"He'll find you down here way quicker if your down here." I countered. Hissing myself as I applied too much pressure on my ankle.
My heart Strings pulled almost. Jason must have kept me here because of lonely he was when he was only a little boy. With me he hasn't been nothing but kind and caring. All through my period he brought me flowers. Even was paitent with me through my mood swings. Not many people can. Even when he's laying in bed, Akwardly holding me. He doesn't hurt me.
But then, I remind myself. How he killed them. This was my chance to leave. It feels so close, yet so far away.
The guy fumbles up the ladder, determination pinched on his brows as he climbs up. With force, he struggled to find. He pushed open the metal Hatch.
The wind wisped, carrying down the night air as I followed him up.
Feeling the strain now on my ankle even worse as I carry myself up the ladder makes me grateful for how he always hoisted me up.
He really didn't want me in pain.
I Grind my teeth together. Suddenly wishing I had his jacket as I stay close to the weed smelling guy. I'd smell him before I seen him.
"Why are you down their anyway?" He questioned. Voice low as we walked to the treeline. But I rap my hand around his wrist. Remindering the way he tracks them. But when he went away tonight I didn't hear the bell's.
So he was hunting on foot, but that still didn't make me feel better.
It's almost as if he has two different sides of his. One I only partially saw. The other he shows like a ritual. The caring. The loving. But that can't be right for a blood - staking killer.
"The exit is that way." He tried to fight my grip. I rolled my eyes. "I know but he tacks by rope tied by bell's. Your walking right into your death trap. Stick around to open spaces. Roads too. Only go into the woods if you need too." I pointed out.
"How do you know this?" He questioned. Breath fanning my face. I fought the urge to gagg. The smell is purtide. It's worse then bowls.
"Because like you I'm a victim of his." I mumbled. Almost to remind myself. I didn't care for him. Didn't have feeling for the man. But I did have pity. Pity for the little boy I know is trapped inside him.
Alone.
Afraid.
He just wants company. I saw that the less angry I had become. But you know what they say. Silence is more deadly then anger ever could be. It gives you more time to think, to be more elaborate with plans and decisions.
The kiss on my ankle is more then proof of it. yes, I did have a reaction to it. But who wouldn't? A man, tall. Bulky. Strong. Kissing your ankle? It's a natural body response. I reasoned with myself.
But is it reasonable a part of me wanted to stay?
"This night is the worst." He grumbled as he tripped over big, chuckly rocks. I didn't know where I was going. It could be around, and around in a circle. But I didn't care. I was getting out. Thoughts and emotions be dammed.
When I'm back in college. The pity will melt away. I've only wanted to make him more human. Because killers - their is nothing human about them.
"I went into the shack and saw a -."
I froze, glancing around. To see be had fallen to the ground. Head first with a blade sticking out of his head. My limbs froze. He found us. Fuck I couldn't even save him.
I swallowed a scream. Swallowed my cries. No time for tears. I've cried enough this god knows how long.
I run. Run away. I'm close to freedom. I can almost taste it.
But just as I round a corner, I connect to a chest. My lungs loose all air as I almost fall. But Jason's arm wraps around my waist. The familiar feeling of protectivness swarming me.
Well I'm fucked.
If I don't die tonight. I don't know when I will.
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A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN besties!