Sitting in a quieter part of the camp two children play together. One is a preteen boy, that had deformities and a bald head, his name is Jason Voorhees. The other is a small girl, most likely no older than four. She has brown curly locks that barely go past her shoulder blades, she has a smile on her full face that still has baby fat and rosy cheeks, and she looks up at him with big doe eyes. And he knows that she would never treat him like the other kids, no he would always be special to her and her to him.
They were silent as they played only a laugh or giggle here or there. See everyone thought the girl was mute, because she didn't talk to anyone, not even her mother. Her mother is the only nurse at Camp Crystal Lake. She was the only one that was nice to Jason, other than his mother, she would help when he was hurt and let him hide there when all the mean kids picked on him. So when she found out she was pregnant, she wasn't the only one excited about it. The nurse, named Maria Goodman, was proud when she birthed a beautiful baby girl and that's just what she named the girl, Belle Rita Goodman.
When she was born Jason loved her as much as his mother, possibly more. Maria would let him play with Belle, she even trusted him enough to hold her. As Belle grew she was beyond average when it came to comprehending things. By about two and a half she could already write the whole alphabet and write out complete sentences. But she refused to talk. The other children did not like the so called 'freak' that was Jason to be around such a small treasure.
So on that day the two children were playing peacefully in a quieter part of the camp the older kids ambushed the older boy calling him names, such as "freak" and "retard", he fled from them grabbing the small girl's hand and ran for her mother's office. But on the way there the kids managed to coral them at the end of the dock. One of the older boys wretched the little girl's hand from Jason's and pushed him into the water shouting, "You shouldn't be around her freak!" He struggled to stay above the water, as Belle struggled against the boy's grip to save him, even if she died trying. The kids left him when Jason was barely struggling. Belle reached out her hand, but he refused to take it, at the chance of killing one of the things he loved the most. As he took his last breath he heard a small, strained whisper of "Jason" and looking up for the last time he saw Belle crying for him. In that moment he knew that he had just seen the saddest, yet happiest thing in his life and it was beautiful.
Jason sat up and gasped for breath. He looked around his room breathing shallowly. As he got off his bed it creaked in protest under his weight. Going over to his mother's shrine, slid it forward and grabbed a picture from behind it. It was a picture of the same little girl and boy with the boy's face scratched out. He rubbed a hand over his masked face and sighed. It had been thirteen long years since that day. The girl had been his only friend near his age and that had meant a lot to him. But she's gone and he will never see her again. Sighing once more, he replaced the picture to its hiding place and went to check the traps around the camp, in the early morning sun.
Jason slammed the bear trap; he was setting up, against the tree beside him. He couldn't get that dream out of his head, his work usually distracted him from things like that. But it could be that it's the first time he's had that dream or that since its getting colder there are less campers and he's getting lonely without mother's voice or….
He growled at his mind for still thinking about his horrible dream of the past. He could still hear the faint whisper of his name coming from her innocent mouth. He grunted and stood leaving the bear trap where it lay. He needed to find something to get this off his mind, he needed to kill. He trekked further into the forest in search for any sign of campers. Every step he made was silent even with all of the foliage on the ground, he moved swiftly between the trees.
As he started to get frustrated, with the lack of luck he was having, he heard the faint booming of music in the distance. Turning his head, at neck breaking force, in its direction. He quickly took off towards it. As he got within seeing distance of the cabin, the music that was blasting from it stopped. He just followed the lights flowing out the windows; he heard an annoying voice squeal asking why the music stopped.
He could hear a harsh voice reply, but couldn't quite make out the words. As he closed in on the cabin he heard the annoying voice shout, "Come on you should be celebrating, it's past midnight that means you're officially eighteen!" Jason wanted to put his hands over his ears to stop the squeaky mess that was this girl's voice from getting into his head.
Then the harsh voice that he heard earlier said in a softer tone, "So, I told you, I don't want to be here."
As he approached the window he heard the squeaky girl say, "He died ,like, a million years ago. Just get over it already, Belle." Jason reached the window just as the annoying girl finished her sentence.
What Jason saw will have been the most shocking thing he will have ever seen. It was the Belle he knew as a child, only she was older. Belle stood and stomped angrily to a hallway only turning to say, "You will never understand." With cold eyes and walk down the hallway further.
