You fell into a deep sleep after Jason put down his machete
Dream...
Ma.... Mom?
Mommy?
MOM!
Your young self ran to her dead body. You stepped in her blood and looked down at her. She looked like a corpse. "Mommy needed to die" your father said holding a revolver. "Why mommy... She was a good mommy" you said as tears ran down your face. "But mommy was bad to daddy" he lied. "YOU KILLED MOMMY!" You cried out as your father yanked you by your collar and threw you into the dark cold basement.
"Mommy ... Mom... Mama.. ma....."
Reality...
You began to wake up after experiencing that horrible dream you had. Laying next to you was naked sleeping Jason. And his dong was in front of your face and you immediately covered it with a pillow. "Still didn't put cloths on....oh wait" You say as you facepalmed yourself. "You don't have anymore clothing." You mumbled as you got up and imagined your mom standing in your room. You began to cough and your legs began to get weak. "Need..... Air" you say as you collapsed onto the clean wooden floor and everything around you turned black.