maniac

"Jason, please!" I giggled nauseously to the handsome boy in front of me; his brown orbs sparkling golden in the sun.

:/

"Jason, stop!" I shrieked whilst blood curled down my dry throat, my aching head pounding in the eeriness, choking my very senses as his frozen, murderous, black eyes held me in a chokehold.

:/

"Jason, don't." I mumbled, taking my shaking arm and placing it on his teary face, those big beautiful eyes glistening below his chestnut brown, messy yet now matted hair.

:/

"You are who you are." Except he doesn't even know who he is anymore.

And you don't know which side you're going to get.