~Jetta's Point of View~

Great,another summer at camp. Camp Crystal Lake. I've had enough troubles here,I don't want to be reminded of them..

Oh,I'm Jetta Vale. I'm 16 years old,I have black hair and hazel eyes. Yes,I go to Camp Crystal Lake. I hate it there so much. The camp itself is so beautiful but..the other campers and the counselors aren't nice at all. They're beyond rude actually. I get bullied enough in school. Camp just makes it worse. I get made fun of for being..mentally retarted,as the other kids call it,and being mute. I'm starting to be able to speak better,and form words clearer,but I still get made fun of. Anyway,I'm at the camp now. Oh,those troubles I mentioned? Every summer the campers try to drown me in the lake because they know I can't swim,and I'm afraid of water. Yeah, a sixteen year old mute that's scared of water. My mom wonders why people bully me so much. I might as well get to my cabin before the other kids get here..

~Third Person Point of View~

Jetta was walking towards her cabin-which she stayed in alone,when one of the girls from her school called her name. It was the school's computer technician,Bailey.

"Hey,moron! Over here!",Bailey loved calling her that.

'Why does she always do this',Jetta thought as she tried to walk faster. It didn't work. It never does.

"I said,over here moron! What's wrong? Don't understand me?",Bailey taunted the sophomore girl.

Before Jetta knew it,Bailey had taken a basketball from one of the boys,and thrown it right at her head,making her fall to her knees.

Now more campers were gathered around the two of them.

"Let's go, the moron for now.",Bailey motioned towards her best friend,who was in the chess club,Macy Tackler.

Jetta tried to run to her cabin as fast as possible. Once inside,she locked the cabin door,and slid down against it,crying.

'Why do they hate me so much..'

~2:30PM,Jetta's Point of View~

The counselors had everybody gathered around the lake,why always here? I don't even know what they were saying,I kept looking into the woods. Soon we were sent back to do what we were doing.

"Hey Jetta."

Jetta looked up at Malcolm,one of the kids who was a little nice to her.

Of course,no words,just a subtle nod. He moved in front of her.

"Listen,me and a few friends are going down to the lake later,do you wanna come with us?"

Jetta started to shake her head no,but his blue eyes made it hard to say no. She smiled instead.

"Great,8:00Pm,see you then." He smiled and left.

~Skip ahead to 8:00pm,by lake~

Jetta was dressed in her bathing suit and sandals,with her hair swept up.

Malcolm was waiting at the lake with his girlfriend,Krissie,and brother Adam.

Krissie was wearing her bathing suit that had to have cost a fortune.

Krissie smiled at Jetta and asked her to come into the water.

'They know I'm terrified of water.. wait. That's why they wanted me to come!'

They exchanged looks and grinned menacingly.

' .'

Jetta took off running into the woods as fast as possible.

She didn't have to look behind her to know they were close behind.

Is that a cabin in the north from here?

She ran to the cabin,and when she arrived,she took a deep breath.

She closed her eyes as Malcolm pinned her against the door,but his grip soon released.

She opened her eyes to see Malcolm..well what was left of him,lying in front of her. Dead. Krissie and Adam were dead too,most likely. But,who rescued her? Did they plan on killing her next?

She felt breath on her neck,and turned around.

A tall man with a hockey mask and battered clothes stood before her,blood on a machete he carried. Fresh blood.

Do..do I talk to him? I feel that I'm able to but..I'm not scared,but curious..

She took a deep breath that seemed to last for years,as she closed her eyes and upon reopening them,noticed he had disappeared.

She took this as a chance to get back to camp,and rushed to her Cabin.

Nobody shared it,because it was small enough. But she enjoyed the alone time.

She thought of the man rescuing her and she drifted off to sleep..

~Jetta's Point of View~

~2:45AM~

I opened my eyes and I was in a cabin, I think it was the one I saw earlier tonight,

But how did I get here? I looked around the room and to my right was the man who rescued me.

'Great,he's going to kill me now..'

He was staring deep into my eyes,and he seemed almost...worried?

'Wait a second...that..that's Jason Voorhees! Jason Voorhees saved me! But..why? Oh god he is going to kill me now.. Wait this is just a dream!'

I chuckeled to myself a little and when I got off the couch I had been laying on,I instantly fell to my knees in pain and coughed up..water?

''Oh god this isn't a dream!'

I looked up at him,waiting for him to kill me but instead he just helped me up back onto the couch.

"W...what happened?"

'I..I just talked. For the first time in 13 years..'

He walked over to a sink like a zombie,and pointed towards running water.

"I must have been sleep walking again.."

He nodded and pointed out the window,towards the lake.

"I..drowned?"

He slowly just turned and stared at me.

"I..I'm sorry I don't know how I got here,I'm sorry. I'll just be going..."

I turned to walk back to camp but he grabbed me just as soon as I fell to my knees again.

He picked me up bridal style,and opened the door.

'I'm getting taken back to camp...carried...by Jason Voorhees..'

~3:00AM~

We just got back to the camp,and luckily everybody was asleep.

I used my key to unlock my cabin door,and he carried me in,laying me on my bed.

"T...thanks,J..Jason..."

He stared at me before he left.

I slowly drifted back into sleep,thinking about what the hell just happened.