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

SEVENTEEN

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.