Jayla's Story

I stared into the eyes of a killer.

My killer.

Jason Voorhees, the killer that never wanted to kill.

The Jason Voorhees that was afraid if hurting anyone, but just couldn't escape his curse.

My killer.

Jason Voorhees was about to kill me.

But this Jason wasn't my killer.

No.

My killer is different than this.

I know him.

This wasn't him.

Whoever this was standing in front of me, wasn't my Jason.

I know this because I know my Jason better than I do anybody.

I've known him since I was a little girl.

I had simply forgotten.

Now, here he was.

His eyes killing mine.

I felt a pain in my chest.

My breathing kept on getting shallower and shallower against my will.

The world began to fade to black.

The blackness turned to a broken and confused deep brown.

Now this was my killer.

My killer.

Jason Voorhees.

The killer that I learned to love.

However, I do believe that you would wish to know the whole story, right?

Right?

So, here it is, beginning to now; the end.

At least I think this will be the end.

I don't know.

I guess we'll just have to wait and find out...