(Y/F/B: Your favorite book)
You flipped through the pages of Y/F/B as you heard the music blaring through your earphones. You glanced up from the book and at the wooden walls of the cabin you were in. You saw no one inside, much to your luck.
You and your group of so called 'friends' were at Camp Crystal Lake. Yes, the place where the famous Jason Voorhees supposedly lives or well, lived. You never believed in the legend of the masked killer, you thought it was a bunch of lies people told their friends and children to scare them.
Your friends, who weren't really your friends, were all outside surrounded by the light of a campfire. In all honesty, you didn't know why they invited you. They often picked on you and it wasn't the friendly teasing. It was serious. The words they've said to you are hurtful. Their actions were hurtful.
You didn't know why to still hung out with them. Maybe it was because they were the popular kids in your school and you wanted to convince everyone you were normal. Everyone always had judged you on your appearance and how you acted.
"Ohh, Y/n. Come join us outside." One of the girls had popped her head inside the cabin and her voice was so loud, you heard it over the music in your ears. You could easily tell the girl was completely wasted, but that wasn't your problem.
You sighed before pulling the earphones out of your phone and putting a bookmark in your book. You shoved your phone in your pocket before standing up from the bed you were sitting on.
You followed the girl, who was tripping over every single branch, outside and to the campfire where all of the other teenagers gathered. You sat down on one of the chairs and shoved your hands into your hoodie pockets. It was quite chilly out.
"So Y/n, what do you plan on doing this weekend?" Another one of the girls asked you as she sipped on a beer. "You know, since you can't do anything." The girl laughed as she drank more.
You'd like to say she was only acting like that because she was drunk, but all of them acted like that while they were sober, so you couldn't make up any excuses for them.
"I wonder what it would be like in bed with you. You're probably not very active, huh?" One of the guys chuckled as he pushed back some of his black hair out of his face.
You kept your mouth shut as you stared at the dirt below your feet. You knew saying something would make it worse. And to be honest, you weren't sure what you could even say.
"Hey, nerd, say something." One of the girls spoke up now. Her name calling obviously could use some work, but you didn't comment. The girl saying that caused everybody to try to get you to talk, but you refused.
They all began to slowly get closer to you, causing you to stand up from the chair and back away as fear began to take over you. The closer they came, the farther you backed away. You knew they would have no shame to get violent with you. They've beat you before.
Before you knew it, you began running through the forest. You struggled to run, due to your medical conditions, but knew you had to in order to survive the group of bullies.
You could hear them catching up to you, laughing. You heard someone hit the ground and another person scream, but you didn't dare look back to see what happened. You just assumed that someone had fell.
But little did you know, the masked man was real. And he didn't like what the other kids were saying and doing to you. So he kept a close eye on them. Whenever he saw them getting closer to you, he knew he had to act soon. His mother told him so.
And so whenever one of the guys was almost caught up with you, he threw a throwing knife at the side of ones head. It caused the guy to fall with a scream, and the other guy that was with him to let out a girly scream.
Jason caught up to the other guy as he was running back towards the campfire and quickly ended his life with his machete. He then went back to the guy he had previously hit and finished him off.
He had a debate on what to do in his mind. He wanted to go after you and comfort you, but he also wanted to go back to the camp and kill the rest of the bullies. He absolutely hated bullies and he hated them even more for picking on a beautiful person like you.
"Go find her, Jason." He heard his mothers voice in his head. "You can take care of the others later. She's the one."
Jason nodded before going to look for you. It only took him a few minutes before he found you laying down on the trunk of a tree, panting heavily. Jason noticed the negative effect that running gave you and took a mental note of that.
"W-who are you?" You stuttered, not even bothering to back away. You couldn't. You were so out of breath that you could barely move.
Deep, deep down, you knew who this was. But you refused to believe it. You tried to tell yourself that it was one of the other teenagers playing a dumb prank on you, but no other teenager was built like the man in front of you.
"Jason." His voice was rough. It sounded like it hurt him to speak. You slowly nodded and let him scoop you up into his arms. You knew you should've ran, but there was no way you would be able to. That and you didn't want to run. You felt safe in Jason's arms.
You struggled to keep your eyes open as you finally felt calm and accepted in the killers arms. Eventually, you couldn't help but close your eyes and let the darkness consume you.
A few hours later you woke up in the bed you were in before the teenagers made you go outside. You noticed your book missing. You then looked around and noticed Jason in the corner of the room with your book open in his hands.
You slightly coughed to let Jason know that you were awake. His gaze left the book and went onto you. He stood up and came over to you with the book still in his right hand. He pointed at the book before speaking, "good book." He kept his sentences short and simple, which you didn't mind.
"Its my favorite." You smiled at him before standing up, causing worry to build up in Jason. He thought you were about to run, which he knew you struggled to do so, but could try anyways. But the worry left him as you walked over to the window and looked out of it. "Where are they?" You asked.
"Dead."
Your eyes widened at the bluntness, but you closed them and sighed. You opened them again and looked at Jason who was just innocently staring at you.
"Jason I have a family. I cant stay here." You tried to tell him. He just shook his head at you and crossed his arms. He reminded you of a child.
"Stay."
"I cant. My family will come looking for me. They'll find me." You sighed.
"I'm not letting you leave." Jason spoke again. He had never said so much to you and it surprised you that he said that.
You sighed. "What about my clothes?"
He just pulled out all of the other girl's suitcases full of clothes and pointed at them. "Fine, Jason. I'll stay."
And so you stayed and lived with Jason Voorhees at Camp Crystal Lake. Overtime, you fell in love with the masked man and didn't want to ever leave him.
