Jason had once again returned from his killing spree. It wasn't long. Only 20 minutes at least. Jason opened the cabin.
"Jason!" (Y/n) said happily as she ran to the man.
Jason dropped the weapon and embraced her into a hug. (Y/n) giggled making His heart melt. Jason took of his jacked and took of his shoes. Bundling up with (Y/n). But he felt a bit guilty, she didn't know, WHY he kills people. Why he ends people's life without a bit of Mercy. So he usually lets out the guilt in a form of self-harm, cutting his bare hands on the sharp wood.
"Hey Jason, I wanted to know...." He looked down.
"Why do you kill?" He froze, as he felt the cuts under the gloves re-open. Leaking down his sleeves. He took a paper and pen.
"𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲" He wrote. But (Y/n) wasn't buying it. He was every day going on a killing spree, as if It was a mission or demand.
"Hobby? Murder isn't a hobby. You always go out as if it's a demand or something" He felt even more guilty. Lying to the person he loves.
"𝐈𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝" (Y/n) got annoyed. He says he is bored, ALL. THE. TIME.
"Then..... you don't need me here do you" Jason flinched and shook his head, no. (Y/n) frowned and got up running to her room locking the door. Meanwhile Jason was as still as a statue. He finally snapped out of it and ran to her room but tripped on the sheets and hit his face through the mask. He groaned but he couldn't care less.
"̲Y̲o̲u̲ ̲d̲o̲n̲'̲t̲ ̲n̲e̲e̲d̲ ̲m̲e̲?̲"̲ ̲W̲-̲W̲-̲W̲h̲a̲t̲ ̲d̲o̲e̲s̲ ̲t̲h̲a̲t̲ ̲m̲-̲m̲e̲a̲n̲?̲ He thought as he looked (Y/n) room door. He crawled up to the door and knocked on it, still on his knees. He felt it heart slowly break as he his shaking hands were gripping the door knob and twisting it. He started to panic and brutally trying to open the door, his hands still shaking. He took his pen and paper out his pocked at started to write something very quickly.
𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑!!!!
"NonononoNONONO!! I don't want to see you right now!! I hate you, Jason!!" Jason's heart struck, he felt like a huge peace of him died. His worried eyes had a broken gaze as he fell on his back. He wrapped himself in the blanket and lied on his side.
H̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲H̲a̲t̲e̲,̲ ̲m̲e̲?̲ ̲W̲-̲W̲h̲y̲ ̲w̲o̲u̲l̲d̲ ̲s̲h̲e̲ ̲h̲-̲h̲a̲t̲e̲ ̲m̲e̲?̲
W̲h̲a̲t̲ ̲d̲i̲d̲ ̲I̲ ̲d̲o̲ ̲w̲r̲o̲n̲g̲?̲
He felt tears in his eyes, I̲s̲ ̲t̲h̲i̲s̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲.̲ ̲d̲e̲s̲p̲a̲i̲r̲?̲
Jason looked around and noticed a broken peace of wood on the floor. His took of his left glove revealing 30 deep cut marks on his hand and reached his hand on it, pushing it and and dragging it down creating a huge red line through the already made cuts. But he didn't feel a thing, he couldn't. Despite how bad he already felt he passed out from blood-loss.
To Be Continued.
