Love Conquers Evil

"I'm A Monster"

He was walking through a park.

The sound of the grass underfoot was the only thing heard.

Well, except for the young boy with dark curly hair.

His hair was slightly longer and more curly.

He no longer wore his glasses, making him look slightly different.

He looked lost in thought with his hands shove in his front pockets, his head bowed looking down at the ground.

I followed him quietly even though I knew he couldn't hear me.

"Why?" He mumbled quietly to himself.

I felt a pain in my chest as I saw the sad, angry look on my little brothers face.

I so badly wanted to comfort him, but I knew I could.

He was no longer who he use to be.

"I'm free," He mumbled.

I raised an eyebrow, slightly confused.

"I can't ever go back," He suddenly stopped.

He leaned his hands on the trunk of the tree he stopped by.

"Never love me again," He said softly.

I saw a tear slide down his cheek before he quickly punched the tree with all he could.

His fist literally went through the tree from his new profound strength.

I gasped and jumped back.

He hastily wiped the tear away and started walking again.

I looked around to see if I could tell where he was, but I didn't recognize anything.

I couldn't take it anymore.

Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I willed myself to be inside of Jason.

A few seconds later, I opened my eyes and found myself looking through Jason's eyes.

He stopped.

"Who are you?" Jason spoke aloud.

I hesitated.

How did he know I was here?

Jason? I asked softly.

"Ashely, what are you doing?" He said quickly.

He sounded surprised and afraid.

Afraid of what?

I want to help you, I told him.

"You can't help me," He hissed.

The sudden anger surprised me and even scared me slightly.

Jason, I know you're still there, I said.

"The Jason I use to be is gone, I'm new and dangerous, and-and-and," He seemed at a loss of words.

"I'm a monster," He said more gently.

He sounded defeated and weak.

You don't sound like a monster, I said softly.

"Leave, Ashley, and never try to find me again," He said in a dangerous tone of voice. "It's not safe and I will not hurt you."

A tight feeling overcame me and I shot through a sudden darkness.

"Ashley!" Dean yelled.

I woke up quickly and looked around the dark room.

Dean's eyes are wide and worried looking.

"You were dreaming again," Dean stated.

I noticed he was hovering over me, holding my arms down.

He noticed and let me go and sat up.

I sat up, too.

"What was I doing?" I asked curiously.

He watched me for a second before answering.

"You were thrashing around and slapped me in the face," He said rubbing his cheek lightly.

I have him an apologetic smile.

That's when I noticed that Dean was shirtless and only in a pair of boxers.

I blushed and looked away.

"Sorry," I said.

He shrugged and moved a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"What was it?" He asked gently.

"Jason," I said in a whisper.

His eyes slightly widened at the sound of my brothers name.

I brought my knees up to my chest and rested my forehead on them.

Dean started rubbing my back soothingly.

"Any leads?" He asked.

I shook my head.

"All I could see was that he was at a park," I said.

I felt a warm tear slide down my cheek.

"He called himself a monster," I said in a hushed voice.

Not a second later, Dean wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me to his chest.

I don't cry this time.

I think I'm done crying.

I just take deep breaths and breathe in Deans scent.

The combination of his arms around me and his comforting scent made me feel better.

"We'll figure it out, Ashley," He whispered in my hair. "I promise."