The shadow man

Chapter 12, Hidden from him

I stood there. Looking at the blood. Staring. I could do nothing. Nothing at all. There was nothing to be done. I dragged Jason into my bedroom and put him on my bed. The white blankets were getting stained with blood but I didn't care. I sat there. Wondering what to do. But there was just simply nothing. Nothing at all. What would I do? I finally went downstairs and made some frozen food. I went back upstairs and took a shower. Why? I would constantly ask myself. I didn't know what to do. When I was done, I inspected the cut. I heard a very faint, soft, heartbeat. "Jason?" I asked softly. I knew he wouldn't answer but I just wanted to say his name. "Yes." I heard a soft, quiet voice say. He was almost whispering. "Jason!  Are you awake? Are you OK? What happened?" I just blurted out, any questions that came to my mind, I just said. I didn't think about them, I just said them. "Help me. I can't move my leg." He said starting to get louder. "OK, do you want something to eat?" I asked. "Yes, I'm so very hungry." I ran downstairs, getting the quickest thing I could grab. I ran back up with some lucky charms cereal, milk, and a bowl. "I started to make the cereal when I got in the room. Here you go. I said pushing the bowl towards him. "WHERE IS THE SPOON?!" He said screaming. "I-I'm sorry! I said running back downstairs grabbing a spoon. Before I walked back, I wondered why he was in such a bad mood. "I'M WAITING!" I heard a loud scream say. I ran back to my room giving him the spoon. I saw his eyes. They weren't brown. But black. Not the beautiful hazel color, but coal hard black. "You're not Jason!" I said. I saw him look up, then take the cereal bowl and dump it on the floor, not even looking back. "He threw the bowl against the wall and took one of the sharpest and largest pieces and came toward me. I backed  up trying to get away from him. I saw his grin, his horrible grin. I didn't want to keep looking at it. I backed up so much I fell down the stairs. "Ow! My leg!" I screamed in pain. I think I broke it. I tried to get up, but my pain dragged me down. I saw him, and then I saw the glass. The last thing I remembered was him jabbing the piece of glass into m throat and he took my metal bat and hit me in the head with it.